The worst pain I have ever endured was my divorce. I had been lied to. I had been humiliated. I had been treated like an imbecile.
I was angry. Very angry.
When I sought help, I was told to forgive and forget, but no one told me HOW someone does that.
This is what I figured out:
1. I sought help from counselors, church, and community. I listened to advice. I took meds for depression. I prayed. I relied on my family and friends.
2. I assessed my surroundings. I counted my blessings: my job, my home, my family, my abilities, my possibilities.
3. I came to the realization that the opposite of love is not hate. The opposite of love is nothing, feeling nothing for that person. It gave me a goal and I worked toward letting him go so that he became nothing more to me than an annoyance with whom I shared a past.
4. I took responsibility for my half of the failed marriage. I should have never allowed another person to treat me less than how I deserved to be treated.
5. I realized that one can forgive but not forget. We learn from past mistakes.