One morning a couple of weeks ago I was accused of hating someone (an ex-girlfriend). Hate is such an ugly word. I will be the first to admit that I hated the way she treated me, I hated what she did to me, and I hated the way she handled things (and is still handling things.) I did not or do I hate her the person. She is a Mom and a daughter and someone I used to care very deeply about.
Do I have a reason to hate her? Yes I probably do but that type of feeling is very counter productive and a large reason as to why I have been able to stay friends with almost all of my ex-girlfriends. At one point and time, they were all positive contributors in my life. Me and this ex will never be friends again. Her actions spoke louder than any of her words ever could.
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