


I spoke to my Ex for the first time in 8 years.
8 years of feeling resentment and bitterness toward him. The only person on the planet for whom I harboured those feelings.
We had reconnected 5 years ago, and I wasn’t ready. The knife was still there.
These past 2 years, I went very deep in my introspection, shedding layer after layer of stories, beliefs, ego, and massive walls I held on to. Realizing they were not really protecting me but hindering me from living fully, allowing myself to embrace who I could truly be, and being open to the gifts life can bring.
Of course, I had heard of forgiveness,
but I never truly understood what it
took or meant.
To be completely truthful, I quite liked holding onto past grievances (Hello, Saboteurs!).
I loved conflict. That was my comfort zone growing up. I was good at it. I thought it made me strong (spoiler alert - it didn't).
But that was before. Conflict is no longer part of my being or vocabulary. I’ve healed every single damaged relationship in my life these past years. My Ex was the last one standing.
Now, I know that to forgive means forgiving myself first.
For not knowing how to speak up, not knowing what I wanted. For feeling discomfort and used so many times and not knowing how to react to it. For not being the ‘perfect’ partner by any means. For causing hurt.
‘Audrey’ 10 years ago did what she did with what she knew then. I didn’t know who I was back then; how could I have hoped for my partner to know how to be around me? My expectations were impossible to meet.
I have forgiven my past self. I realized that no good came from flagellating her.
I understand that that story was part of my journey. And it was a choice I made. I want to respect that. Who am I to judge ‘Audrey’ of 10 years ago?
That chapter was another puzzle piece to becoming who I am today.
And finally the penny dropped.
To forgive him and us, I had to forgive myself.
It was never about him in the end.
Today, I see the fun times we had when for the past 8 years, I saw only the hurt and injustices.
He gracefully reminded me of a few things which I don’t remember. (The mind sure is a tricky beast.) A wonderful moment of humility… and a reminder that there are always two sides to every story.
I enjoyed connecting with him. I came in with genuine curiosity for the man he is today. I looked forward to meeting him for the first time.
After all, we did choose to spend a few years of our lives together. Truthfully, I now feel that I’ve been disrespectful toward my past self for dragging the entire experience through the mud.
Our personal Judge is our harshest critic and saboteur. The one who keeps us in the negative emotions and stories to keep us ‘safe’. It’s so draining. And so worth becoming aware of and replacing with positive, empowering and oh-so-liberating thoughts.
Without coaching, that conversation would not have happened.
It took years of introspection to get to the mental space I am in today. And many many coaching sessions to work on my humility and beliefs.
It also took courage. To let go of the identity of the victim ex-girlfriend and embrace a new cloak. I much prefer the new one. It feels more empowering and is way more fashionable anyway π
Also, without my Ex’s willingness to talk without knowing what version of me was coming his way, the conversation would not have happened.
To You, thank you.
I feel lighter, happy, and full of gratitude for discovering just how powerful forgiveness is.
I genuinely never thought this moment would ever happen. I had never put it on my vision board, that’s for sure. And now I’m so grateful it popped up.
Thank you, Coaching. You truly are transformational.
Tell me dear Reader, does this resonate?
Do you need to, or have you already forgiven your past?
What impact has it had?
If you take anything away from this, let it be to lead with as much (or more!) love, patience, and compassion toward yourself as you offer to others.
There are always two sides to every story.