Bullying wrecks lives.
If you don't understand that, then lucky you, you've never experience bullying.
We move on, we cover it up. Free from the bullies we try to reclaim our lives, to allow the person we were, and often had to hide, to shine through.
Often we have nice happy lives, surrounded by people we love.
But every now again it attacks you when you least expect it. You think you are over it, but then in your 40's you find yourself crying in the middle of the night over something you saw or heard about at your kids school. Didn't even involve your kids, but blimey it sets you right back.
The chance comes up for your dream job, but it's in a school and you realise that actually, there is no way you can enter that environment again.
You realise you do need help, counselling, something.
I moved away from home at 18, degree, worked in retail, SAHM. I love my life, I'm very happy.
But if I saw the bullies again, when visiting my parents. I would think about what I'd like to say. I wouldn't say it though, because immediately I'd become the victim again, I wouldn't have the words.
People change? No, most people I know didn't change between 6/7 and 18. I doubt they changed after that.
If, at the age of 16, you can stub your cigarette out on someone's skin, for no reason, without words. I doubt you can change. You've done most of your character development by then.
You might change your external behaviour, but inside, you are the same as you were at 7, at 10, at 15.
Can I forgive? Yes.
But please do not minimise it.
lost I'm with you.
snow I live in a different world to you.