Resentments are the poison that we drink, and then wait for the other person to die.
Some of the truest words you’ll ever read.
Think about it. Think about that terrible thing that (insert name here) did to you back in the long-ago. Think about how bad it made you feel. Think about how you’d like to get back at (**), how you’d like to tell them off in words that would make them shrivel and leave them with nothing at all to say.
How often do those thoughts come into your head? Once a week? Once a day? Whenever you think of that person? Whenever you do something that reminds you of them? Whenever their name comes up in conversation? Whenever you’re just feeling sorry for yourself and want to feel better by reminding yourself how terrible someone else is?
I thought so.
Now, while you’re making yourself miserable thinking about how you’ve been wronged, what do you think (insert name here) is doing? Do you think she’s spending her time thinking about the subject? Do you figure they think about it at all? If you confronted him, would he even remember the incident? Would he remember it the same way you do?
See, the thing is, renting out space in your head to that person, that incident, that resentment, hurts nobody but you (and the people you inflict it on from time to time). You’re the one whose stomach is boiling, who gets all tense, who drinks the poison that is meant for that other person. They will never taste it, but you will taste it as long as you keep holding that poisoned cup.
So deal with it. It’s your problem and your misery. It’s only hurting you. That s.o.b. is oblivious, and would probably think you were hallucinating if you brought it up.
It’s up to you whether or not you pick up that cup again. Do you want to be righteous, or do you want to be happy?