I feel like it isn’t fair. I have tried to live a good, pure life. And I feel like I am being punished – like being “good” didn’t do me any good. And now I feel like he got to have all the “fun” (sexual encounters, first kisses – the sparks, the passion, the fun part) and I’m the one who’s left with the hard work of forgiveness – forgiveness toward everyone involved. It stinks! What good has it done me to be the “good” one? A broken heart, shattered dreams, and miles of hard road before me. Where is the prize in all that?
It’s frustrating and I’m angry about all of it.