I used to loathe the word “forgiveness.” What it meant to me was that someone could hurt me, lie to me, or even abuse me, say “sorry,” and I was supposed to pretend like nothing happened.
If I didn’t, they would say to me, “I thought you were a forgiving person,” or “What? I already said I was sorry.” It felt awful, outside and inside.
I had one relationship that I knew very well wasn’t good for me and I wanted out of, but my misunderstanding of what the word “forgiveness” meant kept me stuck there for a very long time.
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