as a young girl I lived with my aunt. I did something "bad" at least in her eyes I did. she beat me for this bad thing. I hated her most of my life for it. When I became an adult she came to visit me. I told her of the pain, showed her the scar she left on my face and how I hated her so much for doing this to me and how it caused other issues in my life. Of course she said she was sorry. I accepted her apologies and forgave her. But because of the scar, I can never forget as it is a reminder. After my aunt apologized I realized that I did not really hate her but I was rather longing to let her know what she had done to me mentally. As an adult I learned that people don't always know the pain they can cause you. It was only after letting her know the pain of that issue that I could release all ill will towards her and even myself. forgiveness is a blessing given to us by the all mighty. We should absorb it when ever it is needed.