...need to forgive...
But the worst for her was that we stopped being asked to parties, parties where she could chat and sparkle to her heart’s content, and as I looked on, to my content too. I felt so bad, so responsible, so guilty… but she made me feel worse. Her talk became accusing, unkind, hurtful, but maybe I just hadn’t really noticed before. And when she’d finished talking out her frustrations on me, she would beg, beg, beg my forgiveness. But the time for forgiving wasn’t then, in the heat of the pain, but always later. Of course, because I love her.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Wow. This was beautiful, Neville. Really moving. I don't know if that's all of it but what you have right now is just perfect. It took a turn I wasn't expecting. I was thinking early on that it was a pet or something like that. Just beautiful.
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Thanks Christopher. Just one more drabble to go. It's true...well the first 7 episodes anyway. The next 6 are based on fact, but I can no longer check out their accuracy, if you see what I mean? Thanks very much for such a great spontaneous comment. It was an exercise we've done on monologue as a written form. I have to say that when my wife and niece read them in their original (non-drabblised) form they were each in tears. I must say, writing them was an emotional exercise for me too!
