On my Facebook page, my saying is, "a grudge is the heaviest thing you can carry." I truly believe that to be true. Me remaining angry at Mike and Kathi will do nothing to them, but will destroy my soul if I let it. Yes, my feelings are hurt that my dog, which I'd surrendered to them a month ago, was put to sleep without so much as a courtesy call, but there's nothing I can do about that now, is there? Mike told me he's, "tired of [my] bull...." and he never wants to talk to me again, a request I will comply with.
Throughout the whole ordeal that was our breakup, I remained silent and worked through my conflicting emotions alone. The only communication I had with him was to let him know that I know that this was for the best (via the Holy Ghost) and that I was passing my well-wishes along to Kathi when she got sick a couple weeks ago. I guess that was too much.
I learned some great things from Mike, for which I am grateful; I learned that you can't sweat the small stuff, I learned how to change the oil on my car, and I learned how to adapt to life with a chronic illness. But now, it's time to forgive and forget. I know that if I am to expect God to forgive me, I have to forgive then, even if they don't feel they did anything wrong. I got hurt, and now it's time to put some neosporin and a butterfly bandage back on and march bravely forward; I am definitely ready to have fun, travel, and date again.