As the years go by, I find I am less angry and sometimes more curious. NOT that I ever want to see that person again. I just wonder if the motivations were what I think they were. I always try to believe there is some good in every person. And I suppose in your case maybe there was. A little tiny bit. That was buried very deeply.
Do you feel sorry, now?
Do I care if you’re sorry?
I know I need to forgive. I’m mostly there, I think.