I harbor no ill feeling toward she who lied to me. I understand. She was horribly damaged at a tender age. That damaged child lurks just beneath the surface of a grown woman. I see that child occasionally. As I have gotten older I can't help but feel compassion for her.
That said, I deserve the truth. I may not know the gory details of bad acts but I know enough. None of that matters anymore.
“You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32) I am not a religious person but this passage resonates with me anyway.
