You know what's hard? Forgiving someone who wronged the person you love, especially when you had been nice to them without having known their deeds.

But then now you know. You know what they have done to those you love. And you know they don't dare be sorry or say sorry to those you love. Yet they expect you to be nice to them still.

But I know now!!
It is easier to forgive someone who'd wronged me than to forgive someone who'd hurt or humiliated or mocked or abused or slandered people I love the most.

I take responsibilities seriously. Guardian. Defense. Protector. Provider.
So no, I don't really need them on my table. I don't even want to see them unless they're brave enough to apologize.

But then...is this my own hypocrisy? My stubborn whim? Why is there guilt in my heart?