My journey to forgiveness Part 1


December 09, 2016

Forgiveness can be a very difficult thing to do and I honestly never thought I was capable of forgiving when it came to certain things. Forgiveness is giving up resentment toward someone who has wronged you. I honestly sometimes do not even recognize the woman I’ve become because I would have never forgiven someone for such a repulsive act. Through the grace of God, I learned the real definition of forgiveness.

Almost to the date, two years ago, December 01, my ex-husband was picking me up from the airport after a trip to Puerto Rico. When he arrived he was not only late, he was drunk and had our two-year-old on the car. I, of course, was livid and we started arguing about him being irresponsible , about him being jealous, hell it was definitely nothing new. This had become the norm in our relationship which is why I decided to call it quits a few months before. He was not very happy that he had to pick me up from the airport and was bickering. The entire drive home from Raleigh to Fayetteville was a nightmare and things were about to get worse. He made a comment that I should've had my “boyfriend” pick me up, I was so annoyed that I replied, “if he was free he would've picked me up”. There was, of course, no “boyfriend”, I just wanted to be a smart ass. He flipped out, pulled over and was about to leave stranded on the road in the middle of no-where. As he was trying to push me out the car, I resisted, but I was trying to at least grab my purse and phone but he wanted me out and he started to hit me and choke me. Somehow I managed to get the keys out of the ignition and I ran out. Trying to drive off he realized he did not have the keys. At this point, I had run across the intersection to get away from him. I told him, I would give him the keys back if I was able to get our daughter and my belongings, he agreed. Once I got our daughter and my belongings I started walking to the nearest exit. God knew exactly who to send because a tow truck driver pulled over and asked me if I needed help. At this point, all I was worried about was how we were going to get home. He asked what happened and if I wanted him to contact the police. My neck had red markings from my ex-husband choking me. I contacted the local police and he ended up getting arrested and I was allowed to take the car home. This night was the beginning of my journey to forgiveness and although I had promised myself he would not put hands on me again, this was not what I had to muster up the courage to forgive him for. 

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