You tried to hurt me. You tried to break me. You tried to manipulate me. You hurt my friends. You ruined their careers. You tried to fight me.
Lesson 1: Do not fight me. I can burn you. I won't because Christ doesn't want me to, but believe me he is the only reason I'm not.
How could your self esteem be so low that as a grown woman you tear apart teenagers? You are the only representation of Christ those kids may ever know and you make them despise you?
You stole my ideas and took credit for them. You let people praise you in front of me for things you know I had contemplated for weeks trying to summon the courage to even suggest them, because every time you would steal them and steal my confidence with them.
I see you as despicable.
I know your life is hard. You had your dream job and had to quit for some reason, or they fired you which would explain the hurt in your heart. It takes me a long while before I truly loathe someone, so how quickly has everyone else turned to hatred towards you? You must need the most love if I hate you this much.
I forgive you.
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