I’m awfully sad. My greatest love has been grossly publicly insulted and vexed. At the beginning I couldn’t believe what was happening. But it was true. And now I don’t know what to do to console him. Stand by him more than ever. He already has forgiven the perpetrators of that affront. For me is more difficult. But who am I to keep rancour if he has decided to forgive? I’m trying to forgive too. I have to learn so much about forgiveness. The rancour brings bitterness. Forgiveness gives inner peace. That’s true. But what remains after such an unjust attack is the moral pain. A deep pain in the soul. Yes, my soul is bleeding.