I still regret that he did not trust me and did not tell the truth from the beginning.
But I will never forget the words our daughter said that evening.
Mom, my dad taught me that love is not just words. Sometimes love is manifested in giving something very dear to you.
And when I watched my husband wipe down tears, I realized one thing.
A man who, as I feared, could never be trusted again, was the very person with whom we raised a daughter with an unusually good heart.
If your husband had handed you $50,000 and begged you to never tell anyone what he had done to your eighteen-year-old daughter, what would you think?
Could you forgive him what he was hiding from you the truth, knowing what he really did?
