What was wonderful about my mother

On grappling with forgiveness

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I sometimes think I have forgiven my mother.

But that’s just because I don’t know what forgiveness means. What it is, what it does, how it feels.

Kind of like I don’t know how love with a man is, feels, or does. How you know it’s love and not pity, or guilt, or responsibility, or just a kind of general…