for·give verb \fər-giv, fȯr-\
: to stop feeling anger toward (someone who has done
something wrong) : to stop blaming (someone)
: to stop feeling anger about (something) : to forgive
someone for (something wrong)
I believe that I have always been quick to forgive. I
consider it a good quality to have, though others might say that it often bites
me in the ass. Too gentle, too passive, too forgiving. I hate being angry and I
hate feeling hurt. Even though I forgive, those feelings tend to hang on for a
time. I put a lot of trust in people around me that I care about and nothing
stings more than when that trust is betrayed by people you hold dear. So when
it come around to forgive those people and I still hang onto the pain, am I
really forgiving them? There is a saying that forgiveness sets you free. Are
you really free even if you still wallow in the hurt for a while? I don’t know
but as the days go by it gets easier and that hurt begins to fade.
Anyway, I had to do a lot of forgiving this year. One
person I really didn’t want to forgive at first. They treated not only me but
those I love horribly. It took a while for me to understand that they are
pretty broken and their slow downward spiral turned into a full nosedive in the
end. It makes me sad to see them sad state but it doesn’t stop the sting that
replaced our friendship. I have forgiven, but have yet to forget.
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