'How can he ever expect me to forgive him,' she thought as she stepped out of her car. He was in jail because of his own actions. She remembered him down on his knees, begging. He kept apologizing over and over again. She just couldn't bring herself to accept it. A guard opened the door and escorted her to the visiting area. She sat down in a seat. He sat across from her, the glass made it so he couldn't reach her. It was better that way. She didn't know what she'd do if he tried to hug her. She might get upset. That'd be out of character. She had always been the strong one- the defender. She was the only one that would stand up to fight him when he got drunk. He was always drinking. Now he was in jail. They picked up the phones so they could talk. He said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. You have to understand, I was drunk."
"You think that's an excuse?" she hissed. "I'm just supposed to let it fly because you were drunk? I'm sorry but I can't do that. I can't conjure up any sympathy for you."
"I'm not asking for that."
"I don't care! I can't say what you want me to say because that's not how I feel. Not that it matters. Our feelings didn't matter to you at all."
"That's not true."
"Yes it is! All you cared about was your drinks. I tried to keep you away from her but I couldn't do it. I hate you for what you did to her. She loved you and trusted you..." Thinking about it made tears come to her eyes. She held them back. He pressed his hand to the glass. If he could reach her, he'd hug her. He knew she wouldn't want him to.
"I'm sorry, I really am."
"Stop saying that," she tried not to yell. "You're apologies don't make it better. Didn't you see the bruises and the blood? Didn't you see how hurt she was when you hit her?"
He sighed, "You think I enjoy knowing I did that?"
"You must've when you did it 'cause you didn't stop 'til the cops came! If you think I was going to come here and forgive you in a snap, you were wrong. It was hard enough making myself come here. I don't need this shit from you right now."
"Whether you believe it or not, I AM sorry. She deserved better..."
"Look, I have to go now. I'll see you later, I guess." She slammed the plastic phone down and left. A guard escorted her outside. She made the long drive home, breaking down into tears.