I have a confession to make. I didn’t make the call. I was going to, but then rehearsal ran long, and by the time I got home it was way too late.
I have another confession to make. Rehearsal actually got out a little early, and I was home in plenty of time. But I got wrapped up taking care of a pile of work I had to bring home with me to meet a bunch of really tight deadlines and…
No. That’s not it either.
I just couldn’t bring myself to make the call.
It was harder – much harder – than I thought it would be. I don’t know if I’m truly not ready to forgive, or if I’m afraid there will be consequences for offering forgiveness under false pretense. I honestly don’t know. I didn’t think about the why so much as the how am I going to explain myself to you?
But I do have a plan.
This morning, I sent him a friend request on Facebook, which he promptly accepted. Sometime soon, he will find this blog. Knowing him, he’ll likely circle back to the beginning and catch up (skipping over the boring parts, I’m sure). Sometime over the next few days, he’ll come to the part of the story in which we currently find ourselves.
Then… well, I haven’t actually thought this through that far.
I really hadn’t expected him to accept the friend request so quickly. I’m not exactly sure what to expect.
Since he apologized in the first place, we already know he’s the bigger man. Maybe I’m worried over nothing. Maybe this will be something we laugh about over dinner sometime soon.