What I’m saying is that I’m not mad at you. I feel terrible. I feel anxious all the time. I’m confused. I’m manic. I feel hopeless sometimes.
But I’m not mad at you.
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You told me you don’t love me, and you never loved me.
I can’t believe that. Not because I’m trying to close my eyes to the truth. But because I was there. I was in those days, weeks, months, years with you. I was with you all that time.
Sure, we had down times. There were terrible terrible moments. There were moments that made me cry out loud.
You have frustrating habits. You are too opinionated. You don’t listen to anyone.
But you are still my husband. You were the hand that was dealt.
https://www.gotquestions.org/withholding-forgiveness.html
https://www.biola.edu/blogs/good-book-blog/2017/can-there-be-forgiveness-without-repentance-part-1
https://www.biola.edu/blogs/good-book-blog/2017/can-there-be-forgiveness-without-repentance-part-2