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him.
When her mother asked if she should tell him that, her only response was, “I’m not sending Jack any messages. My last message was signed in Lawyer’s office. He’s forgiven. You can say I told you that I forgave him. Or, you cannot. I don’t care if he knows or not. It’s not about him. It is about me not being emotionally crippled.” She wasn’t mad. She was just uninterested to the nth power.
Chapter Seventeen
When Shan finished recounting the moment she had been faced with the second most devastating truth of her life, the only sound was the air conditioning and the muted Arabic tunes floating from the speakers.
Abdulla was somewhere between stunned and infuriated. He wasn’t surprised at a cheating husband. This happens. Often. He wasn’t infuriated because it happened to Shan, because if it had not, she would not be in his car right now. No, what stunned him is that a man would be so foolish as to take a mistress to his home. What infuriated him is that a woman seemingly took a dislike to Shan and laid a trap for her husband.
What kind of person does that? That’s not how you deal with people you don’t like. If he screwed the wife of every man who had ever angered him, the wreckage of lives in his wake would be disproportionate to whatever had been the original conflict.
“So, this is why you teach abroad?” he asked.
“It is why I left home, but I have stayed away from Texas because I have found I like the experiences I have as a stranger. You can learn a lot about a nation’s people by the way they treat a foreigner,” was her honest reply.
“Are you serious about never marrying again?” was his next question.
“Yes,” one word, clipped and final.
“I think punishing any man who might love you because of this Jack is a sign you may have forgiven him but not yourself,” was Abood’s extremely surprising response.
Turning to look at him, Shan had a dangerous facial expression, lips tight, eyes narrow and eyebrows drawn together. “What exactly is it I need to forgive myself?”
Slowly, choosing his words very carefully, “I cannot say Shan. I can say if you have really moved on, what Jack did should not keep you from having whatever kind of relationship you want with any man you love.”
“He was clumsy and foolish with your love. He changed two lives and there will never be children as proof of your love. However, there is no reason for that to be true of any other love. I would never be so clumsy. I believe we could do well together. I know our children would be beautiful. I am sure we could bring great joy to each other.”
“You have a strong sense of what you want and are smart enough to know saying you will never marry again punishes only you. If you are punishing yourself that means you feel you have done something that requires it. Forgive yourself.”
Now, Shan’s mother has been saying for years that it was foolish to deny the possibility of a family just because of Jack, but the funny thing about Truth is that it sometimes requires re-seeding and constant watering. Shan wanted to be angry, but she really couldn’t because for the first time in years, Truth was sprouting roots in her mind. A decade after divorce is plenty of time to get over hurt. Ten years and Jack had married and was now a father, twice. She wasn’t unhappy with her life’s circumstances. There had been a couple of nice men she dated, but she had not been ready to even consider a permanent arrangement and they had continued on their journey. However, Abdulla…he made her want to consider it.
The almost angry expression smoothed out and she asked him, “What are you saying Abdulla?”
“I am saying I will marry you and give you children. I am saying Jack and his clumsiness is not an obstacle to our future. It is okay for you to think about this slowly. I will ask you when you are ready to say, yes.”
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. She sighed and turned to look out
When her mother asked if she should tell him that, her only response was, “I’m not sending Jack any messages. My last message was signed in Lawyer’s office. He’s forgiven. You can say I told you that I forgave him. Or, you cannot. I don’t care if he knows or not. It’s not about him. It is about me not being emotionally crippled.” She wasn’t mad. She was just uninterested to the nth power.
Chapter Seventeen
When Shan finished recounting the moment she had been faced with the second most devastating truth of her life, the only sound was the air conditioning and the muted Arabic tunes floating from the speakers.
Abdulla was somewhere between stunned and infuriated. He wasn’t surprised at a cheating husband. This happens. Often. He wasn’t infuriated because it happened to Shan, because if it had not, she would not be in his car right now. No, what stunned him is that a man would be so foolish as to take a mistress to his home. What infuriated him is that a woman seemingly took a dislike to Shan and laid a trap for her husband.
What kind of person does that? That’s not how you deal with people you don’t like. If he screwed the wife of every man who had ever angered him, the wreckage of lives in his wake would be disproportionate to whatever had been the original conflict.
“So, this is why you teach abroad?” he asked.
“It is why I left home, but I have stayed away from Texas because I have found I like the experiences I have as a stranger. You can learn a lot about a nation’s people by the way they treat a foreigner,” was her honest reply.
“Are you serious about never marrying again?” was his next question.
“Yes,” one word, clipped and final.
“I think punishing any man who might love you because of this Jack is a sign you may have forgiven him but not yourself,” was Abood’s extremely surprising response.
Turning to look at him, Shan had a dangerous facial expression, lips tight, eyes narrow and eyebrows drawn together. “What exactly is it I need to forgive myself?”
Slowly, choosing his words very carefully, “I cannot say Shan. I can say if you have really moved on, what Jack did should not keep you from having whatever kind of relationship you want with any man you love.”
“He was clumsy and foolish with your love. He changed two lives and there will never be children as proof of your love. However, there is no reason for that to be true of any other love. I would never be so clumsy. I believe we could do well together. I know our children would be beautiful. I am sure we could bring great joy to each other.”
“You have a strong sense of what you want and are smart enough to know saying you will never marry again punishes only you. If you are punishing yourself that means you feel you have done something that requires it. Forgive yourself.”
Now, Shan’s mother has been saying for years that it was foolish to deny the possibility of a family just because of Jack, but the funny thing about Truth is that it sometimes requires re-seeding and constant watering. Shan wanted to be angry, but she really couldn’t because for the first time in years, Truth was sprouting roots in her mind. A decade after divorce is plenty of time to get over hurt. Ten years and Jack had married and was now a father, twice. She wasn’t unhappy with her life’s circumstances. There had been a couple of nice men she dated, but she had not been ready to even consider a permanent arrangement and they had continued on their journey. However, Abdulla…he made her want to consider it.
The almost angry expression smoothed out and she asked him, “What are you saying Abdulla?”
“I am saying I will marry you and give you children. I am saying Jack and his clumsiness is not an obstacle to our future. It is okay for you to think about this slowly. I will ask you when you are ready to say, yes.”
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. She sighed and turned to look out
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