Forgotten, Not Forgiven
Posted Jun 20, 2011 by Leakey | 579 views | 4 comments
The last time I spoke to my brother before last week was 2001. There are 10 years and a continent in between us. He wronged me but, truth be told, I don’t remember exactly what he did wrong. All I’m left with his a vague recollection of a betrayal and a strong sense of alienation. We met at my parent’s house and I was sorta looking forward to seeing him again. But my folks seem to have a better recollection of what he did to me and they were careful when we were both in the same room. In the end, I was reminded how grievous the hurt was and my sense of indignation confirmed it but I still can’t clearly remember what it was and my wounded pride won’t let me forgive him yet.
Commented Aug 28, 2011 by anonymous
No wonder he fucking doesn't like you. You can't remember fuck all you dumb cunt !
Commented Jun 20, 2011 by anonymous
If you don't remember exactly what happened, how do you know it's not you who hurt him and maybe your feeling of animosity is really guilt disguised... see what I did there?
Commented Jun 20, 2011 by Trixia
You can be mad at something you don't remember. After all, what you don't know couldn't have hurt you. That bad. Anyway, forgive him now that it costs you next to nothing
Commented Jun 20, 2011 by Arachne
If you can remember then I don't think what he did was that terrible at least from your perspective. It can't be a mortar wound or you'll always remember and maybe you are reading your folks wrong.