There were a few times over the last six months that my phone rang from a number I didn’t know. For the first time in my life, I let it go to voicemail. I was at peace with my decision to have no contact with my mom. I felt free in a way. I no longer worried where she was, or if she was okay. She wasn’t my burden anymore and I hadn’t even realized how heavy she’d been for me to carry because I’d done it for so long. I finally set her down. And that started with me forgiving her.
