There was this friend of my husband's, who seriously hurt me in many ways -
just not physically. This was over 2 years ago. I spent a long time jumping
at shadows, fearful, protective. I'm finally getting over that and feeling
stronger. I haven't seen this person since this event.
Then my husband tells me that he is very sick and had a surgery where
the basically removed his entire intestinal track (He has Crohn's). Now,
we were friends with this person for MANY years before the issue between us.
We celebrated birthdays together (he and I have the same), he spent holidays
with us, and generally was part of our family.
I hate him. Yet I feel bad for him for the first time in years. I don't
know what started me thinking about this tonight, but I had to work
it out in my mind. I just don't understand how someone can hurt you so
deeply, create such fear in you, and still be...WORTHY of sympathy.