I guess this group is having some benefit, even if things hurt so much inside a drink seems almost worth the risk with the meds I'm on.
So, I saw {Name Withheld}s new journal (totally by chance, one of those friend-of-friend of friend of... things), and... it really didn't hurt. I think I'm a bit stronger now, strong enough that the only regrets I have lie in the time. I'm less concerned with having the last word, with getting even. Have I forgiven? (And despite what some might believe, yeah, {Name Withheld} was the co-pilot for that crash) Mmmnnn... not yet.
But I have less hatred. It's something I can look back at now, shake my head in regret, and put it away. It will, I think, always be there, scars are always visible to the person who bears them. But I have novels to write. Training to finish. An illness to manage, and recovery to maintain. I have no more time for {Name Withheld{.
I did my best. I still feel some did their worst, but that's their burden, not mine, and frankly, there are far worse things in the world to encounter than a paper tiger like that. But I fucked up, too. I own that. And I'm a better woman for the time it took me to work through it.
There's a school of thought that even if you've moved on, if the person who feels wronged has not forgiven you, you are still bound together. You are still hurting each other.
Well... farewell, faded flower. Now we're both free.
So, I saw {Name Withheld}s new journal (totally by chance, one of those friend-of-friend of friend of... things), and... it really didn't hurt. I think I'm a bit stronger now, strong enough that the only regrets I have lie in the time. I'm less concerned with having the last word, with getting even. Have I forgiven? (And despite what some might believe, yeah, {Name Withheld} was the co-pilot for that crash) Mmmnnn... not yet.
But I have less hatred. It's something I can look back at now, shake my head in regret, and put it away. It will, I think, always be there, scars are always visible to the person who bears them. But I have novels to write. Training to finish. An illness to manage, and recovery to maintain. I have no more time for {Name Withheld{.
I did my best. I still feel some did their worst, but that's their burden, not mine, and frankly, there are far worse things in the world to encounter than a paper tiger like that. But I fucked up, too. I own that. And I'm a better woman for the time it took me to work through it.
There's a school of thought that even if you've moved on, if the person who feels wronged has not forgiven you, you are still bound together. You are still hurting each other.
Well... farewell, faded flower. Now we're both free.
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