I received an apology today that I never ever expected.
A trial of being a single adult female is that often people assume you are husband hunting, and thus, suspect.
A mother of a dear friend has been convinced for years that I am after her daughter's husband. It has been alternately horrifying and comical, to the point I once told her, "That hadn't occurred to me, but WHAT A GREAT IDEA!!" just to see the look on her face.
Today, over the phone, out of the blue, she apologized in tears, and asked for my forgiveness. Of course, I gave it. I gave it a long time ago, really. Something in her needed to say it far more than I needed to hear it.
We are all weird little creatures, aren't we? I have been known to hang onto an odd thought or two. Sometimes things fester. Sometimes we just have to say it out loud and clear the air. Sometimes we have to admit our wrongness, even in a small matter, to move forward in freedom.
Besides, I know she really loves me.
