I went through unbelievable things.

I went through enduring predatory behavior when I was weak.

And because I was naive.

 

I see the resemblance between my sister, her husband and Steve.

That impossible grit, unyielding 'will', unrelenting.

 

You certainly can't see it from the husband, I know.

I was fooled by him for a very long time as well.

 

But I know what they are.

 

If these people weren't so deceitful.

If they didn't mean impossible harm, calculated.

And knowing, KNOWING that the outcome will result to my destruction and my mother's...

 

Then yes, I would forgive and forget.

 

I am not someone who wants to hold on to grudges.

I would want peace as well.

 

I am not someone who has this invincible will, and evil that they have.

I am not that strong, not in that way.

 

I could never hold an evil like that.

Maybe for an instant, yes. But it would be something destructive...

 

It would take devotion in what they do.

 

And that kind of hatred is something I never understood.

 

It is something that is contagious, and unending.

Something that twists you to the core, and in every waking moment.

 

And I feel cursed by this fate.

I feel cursed to have met them.