This week's prompt is about forgiveness. Forgiving others, forgiving yourself. Write about a time of forgiveness.
(Thank you all for your comments. I have edited a bit based on your input. Renee)
All bright and shiny. She sparkled with goodness. She cared about what I said. She comforted me when life was being difficult.
She was a precious treasure, a golden hearted friend.
She stole from me. She stole from my business. My livelihood. My life.
She stole my faith in people. And she did it with smiles and sweet talk.
She manipulated my feelings by confessing to minor mistakes.
I had trusted her. She became my liaison with the other employees. They loved her, too. They told her their secrets.
She took advantage of their trust. She knew things they didn't want told. They closed their eyes to her "indiscretions".
When she was caught? She was angry. Not apologetic, not ashamed. Just angry, at the person who caught her. Angry at me, because she couldn't make me believe her lies anymore.
Now, I am angry at myself. That I didn't see that the bright and sparkly treasure was base metal underneath. Angry at myself that I cannot forgive her.