I tend to be a very forgiving person. It comes quite naturally for me seeing as how easily I forget things. For the most part I've always been the first and fastest to say I'm sorry. That's never been difficult for me but something happened somewhere between my wedding day and a year of marriage that made it so difficult to say "I'm sorry". I found the love of my life, we married, and when the honey moon was over, we settled into our, less than normal, lives. It had been a long and taxing week for us both and our nerves were a little worn. I was fixing dinner, he was unwinding in front of the television, and my mind was racing over all the things that needed attention. I poked my head around the corner and saw him cozy in his recliner, watching a ball game. The steam from boiling noodles whacked me in the face and then for some reason I felt inspired to mention a little "Honey do" list. First I informed him that a couple of li
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