It happened. I was in my bathroom, throwing my hair up into a ponytail, when I caught someone out of the corner of my eye, in the doorway. It was Jackie. She had tears in her eyes and she asked me, “can I have a hug?” I hugged her and she cried and told me she was so sorry. Then, I bawled. We stood there for a long time. She had to get back to work. She works from home, in her apartment. So, she went back down there, and I wrote a text message to send her.
I had tried to tell her about how I’d just written, in my blog, about how much I needed to just know she was sorry. I didn’t want to make her think I had been angry and cruel toward her when I’d written. I wanted to explain where my heart truly was.
Jackie replied, shortly after.
I think it’ll take some time, but things are much better. Having her come to me meant the world to me. ❤️
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Well Eve, looks like I was right, giving here time was beneficial for both of you. Your relationship with Jackie will grow and flourish. I am so glad things are working out for you. Sir