This week’s prompt is about forgiveness. Forgiving others, forgiving yourself. Write about a time of forgiveness.
Which do you say first, “I’m sorry,” or “I forgive you?”
Apologizing first sucks because it’s like saying I was more wrong than you. Which I wasn’t. As wrong, maybe, but not more. Or else it’s possible that I’ll say it and you won’t say it back and it’ll be like every wound you gave me is opened right back up again.
But if I start by telling you it’s OK, maybe you’ll think it actually is, when really I’ve forgiven, but haven’t yet forgotten. Or maybe you’ll feel condescended to, like I don’t think I deserve any of the blame, like I’m some high-and-mighty perfect princess who deigns to forgive, or not, as she pleases.
So I say nothing, and every day it gets harder to know: which should I say first?