I choose to forgive every sleepy eyed, painful morning. After a night of nightmared-filled rollercoaster-like tosses and turns. I choose to forgive every time I make the decision to empower women and not hunt down the abuser. I choose to forgive you when I leave my rage hanging on the wall instead of wearing it out. I choose to forgive when I hear heinous stories and I don’t get sick to my stomach. I choose to forgive when I compare what you did to what happened to them. I choose to forgive, every day him and I exist on the same Earth. I choose to forgive when I put my skeleton back together. I choose to forgive you every time I almost choose to forgive him.