Forgiveness is divinely asinine

I’ve never understood the difference between forgiving and forgetting. Like when someone says, “I’ll forgive, but I won’t forget.”

How does that work, exactly?

Because when I don’t forget something, I tend to REMEMBER it. And then I tend to be reminded of it every time a similar incident happens.

Say, for example, you find some incriminating text messages on your husband’s phone, leading to further discovery that he’d been texting and sexting at least twenty women while you’ve been married to him for the past five years.

You forgive him. You love him and you have a big heart. And you have two children. But will you ever EVER be able to see him look at his phone, or send a call to voice mail, or hear it vibrate in his pocket, without ever thinking about IT?

How will that not EAT AT the most loving, forgiving person even if her motives are to keep her family together?

I am not married and I don’t have any children. (Have I mentioned that?) My parents are still very happily married. Therefore, I don’t know what it’s like to have two very young children I’m trying to save from a divorce.

And I’m sure I have mentioned about how I feel about cheaters.

I love the idea of forgiveness… of starting fresh and making everything new. Like coming home to your own house that someone else has spent the entire day cleaning.

It’s hard for me to not forgive someone I truly love. I understand that. I WANT to forgive.

But, in cases of cheating Tiger-style, it’s crazy. He’s not sick. He’s rich and horny and has opportunities. Actually there’s a simpler term for the affliction of “sex addiction.” Know what it is? Human.

I’m sorry, Elin, but if you’re getting back together for any reason other than the fact that you’re trying to boost your bank account with a renegotiated prenup and a divorce is imminent, you are deluded.

And he’s nuts if for one moment he believes that she WON’T think about IT every time she sees him touch his phone until he dies.