After my twelve-year marriage ended, my best friend Ava picked up the pieces with me. She let me cry on her couch,
made me laugh again, and helped me feel whole.Eight years later, I ran into my ex-husband, Mark. With a smirk, he said,
“Still friends with Ava? I slept with her.” The shock was instant. When I confronted Ava, she admitted it had happened
once after the divorce — a mistake she regretted every day. She hadn’t told me out of fear.
I was devastated. How could someone who helped heal me also have hurt me?
After days of soul-searching, I asked her to meet me at the bench where our friendship began.
I told her, “I can’t forget—but I don’t want to lose you either.”
Some wounds heal slowly. But sometimes, love and forgiveness are worth the fight.
