I have a story to tell about my mother's best friend. She was a great person, strong willed, and very full of life. Her husband cheated on her twenty years ago. She found out and she chose to stay with him for her son. But, she couldn't forgive her husband which is understandable. She made him sleep on the couch everynight for 10 years. He had begged her to forgive him but she couldn't. She just kept pushing him away. He would even call my mother to talk to her about it. He finally couldn't stand her and left.
A year after he left her, my mother invited her and her son to move down from New York to stay with us. She agreed and went to have a check up before moving down here. The doctors found that she had advanced ovarian cancer and her chances of surviving were slim. When my mother found out about it we went up to see her. She became a shadow of who she was. She couldn't even stand, she was in a wheelchair. My mother took care of her. We stayed for three weeks and it was the longest three weeks of my life. I was 16 at the time. Her son lived with her and it was all very hard for him, he went to Stuyvesant High School in Manhattan. Very smart kid, he is a year older than me.
She told my mother that she regretted not forgiving her husband for the past. My mother called her husband and he came over to see her and they had a long talk. They never officially divorced. Three months later she passed away, the only person that was with her was her son. Her son was so affected by her death that he flunked out of school. I don't know what happened to him. I haven't been able to contact him.
Her inability to forgive not only hurt herself and her husband but also her son. She held onto it and grew more and more bitter. She lived in the past and it made her present and future miserable. It's been seven years since she passed. I still think about her. She had a sad life, and in the end she didn't want to go and was filled with regret. Life is a gift to us all and meant to be enjoyed. Sorry this is so long.