Taokimmico wrote:
I Know how you feel there. The time from 3rd-5th Grade was a living nightmare. I let my feline and equine traits out, and then me as well as my friends get teased. A group of 4-6 guys made my life living HELL. Someone made some comment about how stupid I was, And I snapped. I mean, S-n-a-p-p-e-d. Next thing you know, the kids crying for his mommy, and I get sent to the principle's office. That started many, many, litteral, WARS.
Ive Been known to hold grudges for decades.
I Wont Forgive, And I Wont Forget.
That happened to me one several occasions. When the bullies went too far, striking out seemed to be the only way to get the message across that I wanted to be left alone. They wouldn't listen, so how else could I make them understand? One kid nearly lost an eye because he pushed me too far (not that I realised what I'd done until it was too late). Teachers weren't much better, always trying to shove education down my neck and force me to do things they knew I didn't understand. The best I could do there was dig my heels in and refuse to be ordered around. That'd be the equine side of my nature coming through again
But as time went on it just kept getting worse, the bullies went out of their way to make me suffer and I just became more and more stubborn. It was a relief when my mother took me out of school. But it was only recently that she told me the teachers had called her a bad mother. I thought I'd gotten over everything that happened and that I no longer had reason to hold a grudge, but after hearing that my hatred came back with a vengeance. Having them hurt me was bad enough, but hurting my mother? That's something I can NEVER forgive. It's not that I won't forgive, I just can't. I love my mother, she's done so much for me and my sisters, and those idiots who call themselves teachers had the nerve to say that she was a bad mother? By saying that they hurt her more than they could possibly imagine, and that's something I can NOT forgive. If I had known about it sooner, I would've made those mongrels regret it for the rest of their lives.
), but just because I don't like it when I hurt people and I always feel horrible afterward. There's a recurring theme that the day after I get angry or argue with someone, I wake up in a bad mood with acid reflux.
