by Sheree McDonald
Four years ago, my husband and I got into the worst fight we’ve ever had.
I won’t go into the details of that argument, but it was one of those “deal breaker” moments for me. I almost walked away from our marriage that day.
It’s not the argument that I regret. It’s the fact that it was the one and only time I’ve ever hit another person.
I slapped him as hard as I could across the face. It was a good slap. Total impact.
He looked at me with absolute and total shock, but there was more to it than that.
It hurt him. Probably not so much on a physical level (although he said it made his ears ring), but it was the kind of hurt that nobody deserves no matter what they did to another person.
I’ll always regret that I ever raised my hand to him.
I’ve been on the receiving end of violent relationship and it disgusts me that I became that to someone else.
He’s forgiven me. A true forgiveness, too.
But forgiving myself? Yeah, that’s going to take some more time.
I just still wish that day never happened.
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Sheree McDonald is a freelance writer who describes herself as the ‘okay-est mom ever.’
