On my wedding day to the kids dad I borrowed a ring that had belonged to my grandmother. I vividly remembered giving it back to my dad before he left the party. But within a month he asked for it back. And despite my protests he refused to check at home and I was labeled a thief. In fact it got so bad that we broke contact for over 18 months. I had moments of doubt that maybe I had remembered wrong and I had lost it, but it would never have been done with purpose, and the label of … Continue reading “An apology costs nothing”