Months later, she contacted me with an idea: a program for women trying to rebuild themselves after breakups, financial disasters, and toxic marriages. Practical tools, honest discussions, and true accountability.
It was a good idea, even important. So we created it together.
Not like the sisters we once were. Those versions of us were long gone. But like two women who had been broken and mended, who had learned that healing doesn’t erase pain, but reshapes it.
Forgiveness didn’t happen in a single instant. There was no dramatic reconciliation. It came slowly, through repeated actions over time. Without forgetting. Without pretending. Simply by planting something new where something old had been burned.
What has developed between us is no longer the relationship we once had.
It was something stronger: honest, resilient, earned.
She changed. I changed. And somehow, that was enough.
