I think sometimes things just cross so far over a line that it’s not possible to forgive and forget, and that’s fine.
A (now ex) friend made some horrible comments about my daughter during the first lockdown.
I appreciate she was scared and anxious, but for me, what she said was unforgivable.
For several months she behaved as though I was the unreasonable one, was over sensitive, over reacting, took what she said the wrong way but finally sent a FB message apologising just before Christmas.
Too little, too late to be honest. Even if she had apologised straight away, apologies don’t un-say what’s been said
I can be a horror for bearing grudges, but I’m fine with that. It takes a lot for me to snap, I don’t fall out with people regularly and I don’t take offence at things much, but sometimes a line is crossed and that’s it. End of the road. Especially when my children are concerned.
I see her out and about, I’m polite but I will never forgive her and just don’t see her in the same light.