I had spent countless hours in therapy, working through the scars left by the past. But no amount of sessions could have prepared me for this - facing the man who had shattered me in every way imaginable. Standing before him now, in a situation dripping with tension, I felt the weight of a thousand unspoken words bearing down on me. I had imagined this moment countless times, played out scenarios in my mind where I would either crumble into tears or be consumed by a dark, murderous rage. People often spoke of forgiveness as if it were a balm for every wound, urging that it was the only way to truly move on. But what he had done... it was beyond forgiveness. The depth of hatred and sorrow I harbored for him was impossible to articulate, an abyss that no words could ever fill.
