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What Is the Best Thing to Do If the Person Whom You Have Forgiven Continue to Hurt You?

Beata works as a qualified primary school teacher, a councillor for drug and alcohol addiction and a farm caretaker for organic olive grow.

"I am frightened of bad things happening to me,"

She whispered to me when I met her for the first time not far from my house.

She whispered to me when I met her for the first time not far from my house.

I took her hand and invited her inside. She checked my room and noticed the rusty water tank in our backyard through my window.

I took her hand and invited her inside. She checked my room and noticed the rusty water tank in our backyard through my window.

"My parents worry there will be not enough water this winter," I said.

"My parents worry there will be not enough water this winter," I said.

 "I spend a great deal of time being troubled by my looks, do you as well?" She kissed her reflection in my mirror.

"I spend a great deal of time being troubled by my looks, do you as well?" She kissed her reflection in my mirror.

"If there is not enough water, our animals die and there will be not enough money." I sighed. "Money for what?" She suddenly faced me.

"If there is not enough water, our animals die and there will be not enough money." I sighed. "Money for what?" She suddenly faced me.

"For my family to live on," I replied sadly and getting curious I asked her: "What about your family?" "My mum spend all the money we get from Centrelink on drink," her face shrank with sudden hatred.

"For my family to live on," I replied sadly and getting curious I asked her: "What about your family?" "My mum spend all the money we get from Centrelink on drink," her face shrank with sudden hatred.

Without words, I just came close and gave her a big hug. "Bad things happen all the time. Look at that wild bush outside. I mean a snake could bite you, right?"

Without words, I just came close and gave her a big hug. "Bad things happen all the time. Look at that wild bush outside. I mean a snake could bite you, right?"

"Or you can drown in the lake. I mean if there is enough water left there," I laughed, but she gave me a dark look.

"Or you can drown in the lake. I mean if there is enough water left there," I laughed, but she gave me a dark look.

"Look, there is enough water up there. I think it is perfectly reasonable to be troubled by that, and to brace yourself for the worst case scenario, right?" I took her hand into mine: "Come with me and I'll show you something."

"Look, there is enough water up there. I think it is perfectly reasonable to be troubled by that, and to brace yourself for the worst case scenario, right?" I took her hand into mine: "Come with me and I'll show you something."

"I don't think too much about the misfortunes ahead, except for the rain," I explained, walking in the warm sunshine to my secret spot in the garden."

"I don't think too much about the misfortunes ahead, except for the rain," I explained, walking in the warm sunshine to my secret spot in the garden."

"Bad things can happen," I smiled at her and twirled her around, "Should things go wrong, deal with it at the time. Just how my father dealt with not enough rain. He built a special water tank."

"Bad things can happen," I smiled at her and twirled her around, "Should things go wrong, deal with it at the time. Just how my father dealt with not enough rain. He built a special water tank."

I pointed proudly at our new farm feature, "It's a wonderful way to live your life," I beamed at her, but she just stood there looking at the dead leaves under her feet.

I pointed proudly at our new farm feature, "It's a wonderful way to live your life," I beamed at her, but she just stood there looking at the dead leaves under her feet.

"I can't imagine not worrying that no one would love me, that I will end up not worthy of being loving and alone..." I brushed her cheek gently when we stopped in front of my house to say goodbye.

"I can't imagine not worrying that no one would love me, that I will end up not worthy of being loving and alone..." I brushed her cheek gently when we stopped in front of my house to say goodbye.

"Worrying about something won't stop it happening any more than wishing for something will make it come true." She waved her goodbye and followed on her path out of my life, spending her time with her negative thoughts that would probably become true

"Worrying about something won't stop it happening any more than wishing for something will make it come true." She waved her goodbye and followed on her path out of my life, spending her time with her negative thoughts that would probably become true

What keeps you awake at night?

She answered with those

plaintive eyes

on full beam,

"It's always anxiety,

Something not done.

Someone I've let down..."

She carried

her own demons

from her own

childhood,

as her friend

I have been

in the front line of her pain.


We traveled

together

in search of things past,

the countryside

increasingly

pushed away

by suburbia

to all that

isolates

those

who are

apparently

connected

by history

and proximity

to their neighbors.


Just like us...

Suddenly she stopped,

there was a new playground

in our way,

where things wild used to grow

and our secret path

we used to take

through the bush

to our place of childhood dreams.


'You looked so nervous,

so shy,

like a foal on the edge of fleeing,

I remember it

just like it was yesterday,

meeting you right here,

for the first time,"

I smiled at her and took her hand in mine.

"And you told me to be brave,"

She put her hand back into her pocket,

"Let me assure you the world is a wonderful place",

you used to say and it was

just like that,

for you.


"You have been the tallest in our class,

with dangling bones

and eyes so big,

the world was lost in them,

I would spot you anywhere,

rushing to your side,

when other kids teased you,

calling you 'giraffe'..."

She closed her eyes and clenched her fists

inside the pockets of her coat:

"I hated you for that. How much I hated you,

the perfect girl with the perfect smile..."

"No you didn't,

you just say so

now

to explain the sorrow

you caused me,

later on,"


I patted her arm and crossed the playground

in search of our childhood path.

I didn't turn around

but I sensed her

following me:

"You were eager to learn

and master everything I knew,

we were just like twins..."

"The perfect princess and her ugly sister,

you mean.

Everyone loved you,

your sunny disposition

and the urge to please..."

"It took me a lifetime to learn to say no.

You have been always good at that."


I laughed, turning around to see her grumpy face.

"I was the one they resented.

They wanted to be in my place,

bathing in your sunshine.

I could never allow that,

therefore I chased your man away."

"Disloyalty, faithlessness, treachery,

arouse extreme dislike,

you should have learned that by now."

I found the overgrown path

and cleared the way

for her to pass...

"Who do you think you are,

to judge me?"

She hissed into my face passing by.

"You weren't born in the middle of the freezing night

to an under aged 'pissed off' mother

who had no idea what to do with you..."

"You spent most of the time in our house.

Do you remember?

We shared everything, even our nighties,

and my Mum..."

"She hated me."

Her long and sleek figure

was disappearing

fast, down

to the clearing.

I quickly caught up

with her

and found

the bent old tree.


On it's bark

the initials of our names

locked in the scratched and

barely visible love heart.

"They thought we were lesbians,

never allowing any boy

to come between us,"

I whispered quietly.

"What about Jack, who swept you off your feet?

When you found your partner for life,

did you realize how painful it was for me?"

"I was in love,

believing

there was a man

next to me

who understood

that wonderful word:

'commitment.'

"Didn't take him long

to cheat on you,

just two years after you married him?"

"With you,"


I whispered quietly.

"You have been too naïve. I

remember what I told you then.

Just the two of us again

and little Jack,

how he used to cry for his dad.

How is he now?

He must be old

just like these carved letters..."


She smiled and gently touched the bark

of the dying tree.

"Fly high in your dreams,

but keep your feet on the ground,"

I'll never forget that saying.

Anyway,

Jack is fine,

he gets along famously with Bret."

"Your new husband!

I can't wait to meet him,"


She clasped her hands enthusiastically,

but I shook my head in sudden disapproval.

"You are part of my past, not my present

and I prefer it to stay it that way..."

"But I am your family!

Don't forget that.

Being married to your brother..."

"Who is dead,"


I sighed, confronted with a sudden painful memory.

"He was an alcoholic,

whose fault is that?"

"He loved you!"

I protested.

"He gave you everything,

until there was nothing more to give..."

"He spent ages daydreaming.

It must run in your family.

He drove me crazy with his selfless love..."

"It is time for me to go.

There is nothing more to be said."

I looked at her

for the last time,

into those

well known

and yet foreign

plaintive,

pleading eyes.


"This town is your home.

Are you running away again,

leaving me behind?"

I turned around

and her words followed me

down the path

like an endless chain of sorrow and pain.

"Friends and family

are the cornerstones of your life.

I have disappointed you.

But you too,

are guilty

of breaking my heart"


At the end of the path,

I turned back

to give her one last big smile

and waved.

Regret can not fix what we have lost

and yet, pity was what I felt

not hate.

Never part on an angry word,

I repeated to myself

and I then shouted back:

"Keep safe, my friend from the past.

You taught me that I can never have enough disappointment.

You gave me some great story ideas

that should keep me in writing for life."

What we don't understand we fear

what-is-the-best-thing-to-do-if-the-person-whom-you-have-forgiven-continue-to-hurt-you

"I am somebody who genuinely believes that it is not our differences that are the problem.

It is our inability to accept our differences and celebrate them that lead to terrorist attacks." 13 years old Zaid said to me gravely. He came to the cemetery in a wheelchair, a blue blanket wrapped around his legs, an expression of deep anguish written across his face. He lost his brother and father in the Al-Noor mosque shooting.The service for his dead brother and father was the first of 50 funerals to be held.

A 13-year-old whose pain must be almost too much to bear.Zaid Mustafa was in the Al-Noor mosque last Friday with his father, Khalid, and older brother Hamza.

They died there during Friday prayers, murdered by a suspected white supremacist who targeted them because of their faith. The terrorist was an Australian but not one of us and when I looked into the Zaid's eyes I said sorry for all Australians who can not be here today.

There are thousands of white supremacists around the world and still plenty left in Australia too. The hurt they inflict is much deeper and more dangerous than any of our daily personal heart aches our untrustworthy friends cause us. It is hate with the aim to cause death.

Today I look into Zaid's eyes and I do not even dare to ask: 'What Is the Best Thing to Do If the Person Whom You Have Forgiven Continue to Hurt You?'


Comments

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on April 28, 2020:

Thank you Khalidsaeed, I hope so too:) We get much further with goodness and beauty of the heart don't we?

khalidsaeed from hamzatown phes 1 kahna nu lahore pakistan on April 27, 2020:

It's amazing and I enjoyed reading it because you have the best combination of beauty and goodness in it. I hope this style will bring far reaching results.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on December 26, 2014:

Thank you :)

Mohmed on December 16, 2014:

Kewl you should come up with that. Exleelcnt!

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on December 15, 2014:

Thank you:)

Ellie on December 14, 2014:

That's not just the best anserw. It's the bestest answer!

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on December 21, 2013:

thank you my dear grand old lady for stopping by and leaving me such kind comment, all the best:)...B

Mona Sabalones Gonzalez from Philippines on December 20, 2013:

This is a lovely piece. But with friends like that, you don't need enemies. Still, the story is very tenderly told, and I'm glad that in the end the woman decided to establish boundaries.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on April 11, 2013:

Very sound and well experienced advice, totally aggree,thank you for useful comment and all the best:)...B

omo daddy on April 10, 2013:

This is very lovely. I do agree that one can keep forgiving but you can not forget the hurt. The easy way out is not to try forgetting it. Keep on forgiving every time you remember it. Forgiveness is not an event. It is a process, it takes time. It is also good to stay away from such person (not out of bitterness). It worked for me.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on March 24, 2013:

Thank you, Lisa, that is such a beautiful comment and I totally agree with you...all the best my new fellow hubber:)...B

Liz Rayen from California on March 24, 2013:

Beata... What a moving and profound poem. It is obvious that you have poured your honest heart into these words. I think we have all been hurt by someone we know in our lifetime. Some more than others, with or without intention, and also by those whom we tend to love the most. I like Rolly's comment and agree and would like to add to it. Forgiveness is the key for everyone, and where society tells you to forgive and forget, I tend to disagree just a little bit.. I believe we should forgive and never forget. Not to torment ourselves or to pay back those who hurt us, but to remember how it felt so that we may never do the same to someone else. Who knows, we may find ourselves in a similar situation and our experience will help us to think before we react. Thank you for sharing your heart and happy to have a new hubber to follow. ---Lisa♥

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on March 22, 2013:

Thank you for your honest comment and greetings to Croatia, my forebearers way back come from there:)

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on March 22, 2013:

It is difficult to handle such situations but if I was hurt by the one whom I had forgiven definitely I would walk away.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on March 12, 2013:

thank you my fellow hubber for visiting my hubs and voting up, very appreciated:)

Sinclair Miller III from Florida on March 12, 2013:

Voted Up

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on December 28, 2012:

thank you, Latasha from the bottom of my heart, healing to the world and us....

Latasha Woods from USA on December 28, 2012:

This story is a profound lesson in life and relationships. It takes great internal strength to articulate these emotions through a difficult experience. Once doing so, it ushers in great healing of self and inspires others who read it. Thank you for sharing.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 26, 2012:

You are right, Momma Mia, we have to do what is the best for us in the end:) There is no right or wrong and no one formula to suit the each person and the each occassion...we all have to find our own path to forgiveness and beyond....B

Mia from North Carolina on November 26, 2012:

Beautifully written and felt:)

I learned an odd and valuable lesson a few years ago. Forgiveness is always the correct thing for ourselves and others but at times when a certain one feels and knows of my true forgiveness, that person would start the hurt and pain process up again. So I keep my forgiveness between me and God with that person and just continue to be nice but yet not completely allowing my wall down with the person. It has helped me so much to learn.. that sometimes it is truly best just to forgive and not tell :D

great hub!

wishingUwell

Mia

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 17, 2012:

Thank you, TNSabrina for your point of view, all the best from B

TNSabrina on November 17, 2012:

If someone continued to hurt me, I would walk away. We are to forgive, but forgiveness requires repentance. The Lord forgives our sins only when we repent, wouldn’t the same be expected of those who continually hurt us with no remorse?

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 15, 2012:

thank you, my dear fellow hubber for your beautiful and so honestly heartfelt response. It is great to meet so many wonderful people that come to read my words and add their own to the 'pile of our human experiences'...our world is an amazing place and we are all connected in it through this 'marvelous world wide web'....

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon from Toronto, Ontario on November 14, 2012:

Dear Beata, this is beautiful straight from the heart. I love the pictures and the captions you put on each one. I am so touched on the photo of the monkey and the puppy.

The best thing to do for the hurt we continuously receive from someone we have forgiven is to 'stay away from them'. We do stay away, but words travel to us by human means even if we do not want to hear about it. I say, we relax and be cool about it. Show that we are not affected and keep that chin up and smile to the world. One day, they are going to get tired of all their mischief inflicting back at them because they cannot topple us down. One day, they will be on their knees and leave us alone because there is no way they can affect their evilness and bitterness towards us. I have been to counseling about anxiety because of the bad effects bitter people had affected my family life and a job that I so enjoyed. From those few one-on-one sessions with my counselor, I then learned to stand up and become assertive using a positive approach and that there is NOTHING wrong with me. Many times, we just have to deal with people of bad behaviour and of an ugly character; the important thing is that we know how to control ourselves and take it the cool way because we are NOT them.

Beautiful, useful and interesting! I will share this poem in my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/PassionatePoetry. Thank you and have a pleasant day!

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 10, 2012:

Thank you, my friend and all the best, I was born in the heart of the Europe, so feel close to your already:)

Funom Theophilus Makama from Europe on November 10, 2012:

Nice piece and I totally agree with sueswan..... Forgiving does not mean, u let them or give them the avenue to continue to hurt you. Forgiveness is letting a prisoner free and to discover the prisoner is you. If you let urself free of the hurt from the person, u can as well distant urself from them. Great piece my friend.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 08, 2012:

Thank you, my fellow hubber for stopping by and leaving so friendly comment, all the best with your hubbing and hopefully will hear from you again:)

H Lax on November 08, 2012:

Excellent poem! I really felt like I was there watching this all take place. It was great how you showed the changes of the environment as well as the changes the people went through. Thanks for sharing.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 07, 2012:

Thank you, Rolly for your honest and beautiful answer, my son has just returned from Canada, where he spent two great months so your country is on my mind right now...he said it is just like Australia, just more green and cooler:) .....hugs from Australia:)

Rolly A Chabot from Alberta Canada on November 07, 2012:

Hi Beata Stasak... what I have learned over the years is yes to forgive and should they still hurt you, speak to them openly and should they continue simply move on in life and not allow them to hurt anymore... very well written and voted up.

Hugs from Canada

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 07, 2012:

Thank you Nyamache, you are right, we have to judge the situation and the people and make the best solution we can:) If others hurt us it doesn't mean we have to hurt them back, otherwise we end up on their level...

Joshua Nyamache from Kenya on November 06, 2012:

Great poem, we should forgive those who harm us but if they continue hurting then the best thing is to leave them alone.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on October 26, 2012:

Thank you James, you said it so beautifully, all the best to you...B

Tijani Achamlal from Morocco on October 26, 2012:

When you are hurt by someone you love and trust, you might become angry, sad or confused. If you dwell on hurtful events or situations, grudges filled with resentment, vengeance and hostility can take root. If you allow negative feelings to crowd out positive feelings, you might find yourself swallowed up by your own bitterness or sense of injustice but Letting go of grudges and bitterness can make way for compassion, kindness and peace.I voted up.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on October 16, 2012:

Love you expression, 'Barbsbitsnpieces' all experiences and emotions are fodder for the pen:) Then my pen will never cease working and writing, than you for your beautiful comment and keep living, loving and hubbing...I bet your pen will last you lifetime as well...

Barbara Anne Helberg from Napoleon, Henry County, Ohio, USA on October 16, 2012:

@Beata Stasak...This is sneaky good -- using the dialogue in poetic format to convey the trouble with forgiveness not being accepted. A meaningful remark by "teaches12345" also rather sums up the problem of forgiveness sometimes not being acknowledged to the forgiver's satisfaction.

Great accompanying photographs!

And, you have reaped the best reward in an unforgiving situation: writing about it. All experiences and emotions are fodder for the pen!

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on October 11, 2012:

Thank you, my fellow hubber for your positive comment, it is always the best to replace negative with positive:) All the best with hubbing, living and forgiving:)

Break of Dawn on October 11, 2012:

I like to rephrase "forgive but not forget" with "forgive and replace" I do not think we can ever really forget, but we can replace the negative thoughts with positive thoughts instead. Thank you for a beautiful and moving poem. Your pictures are absolutely wonderful. Voted up and shared. Blessings!

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on September 09, 2012:

Thank you, dear kashmir for stopping by and leaving your encouraging comment, all the best and looking forward to hear from you again:)

Thomas Silvia from Massachusetts on September 08, 2012:

Great and well written poem, forgiving someone is a must,but you don't have to keep letting that person hurt you. Thanks for sharing your honest and sincere poem with us .

Vote up and more !!!

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on September 07, 2012:

Thank you, my fellow hubber, all the best to Michigan:)

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on September 07, 2012:

Thank you, my fellow hubber, all the best to Michigan:)

Brian Leekley from Bainbridge Island, Washington, USA on September 06, 2012:

Awesome dialogue.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on September 01, 2012:

Thank you for your kind and wise advice, I will follow your words and thank you for taking your time to stop by, I am happy that your was worthwhile of your time:)

Marie Flint from Jacksonville, FL USA on September 01, 2012:

With 25+ stanzas, you have an epic. I love your use of vertically aligned pictures with captions to enhance the poem. Remember, though, each chooses whether or not to allow the heart to be hurt. Be aware of your reactions, transmute them with positive thoughts and words, and let God do the rest.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on August 30, 2012:

Dear John, there is nothing more a writer can ask for, thank you for making my day:) Just keep writing, poetic language is an universal language all around the world, few heartfelt and geniune rhymes and the half of the world is ready to connect with you:)

johnwindbell from - the land of beards and buggies on August 29, 2012:

I love your work, cause know why, you make me want to write more poems. Thank you. Ya wont hear the last of me.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on August 27, 2012:

Thank you, unknown spy, looks like you are the spy who knows a lot:) All the best from Beata and keep 'spying' on my hubs, you are good at it:)

Life Under Construction from Neverland on August 27, 2012:

honest and sincere poem.written from the heart.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on August 26, 2012:

Thank you, Sue, nicely wrapped up:) all the best with loving, living and forgiving:)

Sueswan on August 26, 2012:

"Regret can not fix what we lost."

Forgiving is for our benefit. It doesn't mean that we have to like the person or continue to be friends. They can only continue to hurt us if we let them.

Voted up

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on August 25, 2012:

thank you, my fellow hubber for your kind response, of course I will visit you:)

Pastor Dr Carlotta Boles from BREAKOUT MINISTRIES, INC. KC on August 25, 2012:

I agree with Jackwms: "Knowing and loving who you are can conquer these feelings. " Your pictures tell the story and I do know others like this. I Voted-Up! Blessings to you and yours always!! When you get a chance, come visit me.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on August 23, 2012:

Thank you, my fellow teacher for your kind response, we all have our own style that allow us to express the best way, but what we feel and think about is very similar, more and more I realize how we are all the same, experiences of people from all around the world are so touching and so similar, isn't that amazing?

I forgot to thanks Jack as his life experience with forgiving moved me really a lot:)

Dianna Mendez on August 22, 2012:

I always enjoy your poems and the photo caption posts that go with them. I am impressed. Forgiveness is something that is hard to give when the other person does not seem to be moved by it. I know people like this and it hurts. However, forgiving allows us to release the hurt and to move forward. Blessings.

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on August 21, 2012:

Thank you, my dear fellow hubbers following my imaginative thread in words and images through another path of our complicated and yet so interesting and challenging human behaviours...why do we do what we do?.....Why do we react the way we do?....Why is it so hard to forget and move on, even if we are able to forgive?

As always, I have to highlight that my stories are just product of my imagination, although like we all stories there are based on many truthful observations:) Thank you for so warmly embracing another of my stories:) Keep loving, living and hubbing and of course forgiving:)

Mary Strain from The Shire on August 21, 2012:

This is like a short story; I really liked it. It doesn't attempt to serve up a simplistic solution to a complicated situation. I saw both of the characters clearly in my mind. Up and interesting!

Tonette Fornillos from The City of Generals on August 21, 2012:

Even if the person we have tried forgiving continue to hurt us, I believe the only way out is to keep forgiving. It could be the world's trick to distract many people's lightness of heart in the spirit of forgiveness to entertain those who persecute them. Great poem, lovely message. Continue loving and trusting GOD and pray for your friend. It's the true source of strength and love. God bless you!

Deborah from Las Vegas on August 21, 2012:

Wow, what a gift you have for dialogue, it's really good... beautiful and so creative. You definitely have talent. I really loved this, keep writing! Voted up and shared.

pcharboneau from Oklahoma on August 21, 2012:

Gawd, I am SO not a poetry person, but I loved the pictures. Especially the one of the monkey hugging the dog and the father with the baby on his chest. Thanks!

vonda g nelson on August 21, 2012:

As usual your hub was interesting as well as creative. I love the pictures as they tell various stories as I look at them. I think the answer to your question varies 4 each individual being that our patience and tolerance levels differ, but I will "share" what I would do and that is leave them the hell alone! If you can take the initiative to bear a cross (forgiveness) that another has not chosen or refuses to bear and their behavior is still the same....hmmmm. I continuously say that I am old, but it is all in fun. I am much older now and sometimes when I rewind the hands of time I cannot believe the things that I "tolerated" in the name of "family" or "friendship". If I could go back in time and slap myself a couple of times I think that would have rearranged things like my make up, my mind, my tolerance, my emotions. But then my common sense steps in and lets me know that I wouldn't be who I am if I had done things differently.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on August 21, 2012:

Even I am interested to know the answer-- how to deal with a person who continues to hurt --- This happens in reality. Great hub. very true to life.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on August 21, 2012:

Beata, I love the honesty in your poetry. Your characters are so real, I want to say, "I know someone like that." And maybe I do. Keep up the good work. Voted Up.

Jackwms on August 21, 2012:

The poem is just beautiful and the words just come through to me like osmosis. But, hurt feelings (non physical) come from within your own mind and being. One can only hurt you if you let them. Knowing and loving who you are can conquer these feelings. It's also very helpful to share these feelings with another person or people who have had similar experiences.

Great hub

Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on August 21, 2012:

Thank you 'Faith Reaper' for embracing my poem in images and words and giving us such nice answer to this question. Agree with you, forgive but not forget:) All the best with loving, living and forgiving:)

Faith Reaper from southern USA on August 21, 2012:

We must forgive, 70 times seven, as He tells us in His Word, but that does not mean we have to continue to put up with the person harming us, and it does not mean just because we have forgiven them, we can trust them, as that trust has to be built back up. When one is hurt like this, it takes a long time to trust anyone really, as you are really so stunned by such a friendship having gone the way it did. Great poem. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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