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By Ox Drover
For my whole life I felt that I could never measure up because I was expected to “pretend it never happened” in order to meet my mother’s definition of the word “forgive.” I was expected to trust the person who had hurt me in the past, and who I knew would hurt me again in the future. I was told by religious leaders, whom I trusted, that if I did not “pretend it didn’t happen” and “truly forgive,” I was bound for an eternal residence in hellfire and brimstone.
Many of us who are Christians know the various Bible passages that say, in essence, we must “forgive those who trespass against us” if we expect God to forgive us of our own wrongdoing. Jesus, as our ultimate example, from the cross said, “Father forgive them”¦”
How can we mortal human beings possibly expect to be able to truly forgive those people who have so deliberately ripped our lives apart?
After the “Summer of Chaos,” as I have come to call my last run in with the psychopaths, I was so devastated, so angry, so bitter, so filled with wrath that I could only focus on the many details of the many crimes and arrows that had been slung at me so very unfairly by so many members of my family. I was filled from top to bottom with bitterness and anger.
I am fortunate that I have several well-educated ministers in my acquaintance that I could call upon for advice, as well as reading the Bible for myself. After talking to these men at great length, I finally came to the question, does “forgiveness” really mean “pretending it didn’t happen, and restoring trust to these people?”
Does “love your enemies” really mean that I have to have a “gushy” feeling for these people who have harmed me so easily and with so much glee?
After much reading of the scriptures and talking with the various ministers (of several denominations) I came to a new definition of the word “forgiveness” that I think is more rational and makes more sense than my mother’s definition of “let’s just pretend none of this ever happened.” (She actually said this aloud.)
The new definitions of love and forgiveness are these.
Forgiveness does not mean “pretend it never happened.” Forgiveness means to get the bitterness and wrath out of your heart toward those that have wronged you. For example, when Joseph was sold into slavery by his brothers, I am sure that he was very justifiably angry with these brothers for doing this to him. They demoted him from the status of “favored son” to the status of an animal that was bought and sold.
The Bible tells us, though, that Joseph got the bitterness out of his heart toward his brothers during the many years he was in Egypt. But when his brothers miraculously appeared before him, not, of course, recognizing that their brother was now second only to the Pharaoh, Joseph did not immediately identify himself to his brothers, “Hey, guys, it’s me, the brother you sold off as a slave!”
But Joseph did test his brothers to see what kind of men they had become in those same years. Were they the same uncaring, jealous men that they had been when they had cast him into the pit, and grieved their aged father with a tale about him being torn apart by some wild animal, taking his blood-stained cloak back to his father as proof of his death, not caring that they were bringing grief upon their father’s head with the tale of his death? Or had they learned anything? Had they changed?
Joseph had forgiven his brothers, but he still didn’t trust them until after they had passed his tests to see what kind of men they were.
Putting all this together then gave me a new definition of “forgiveness,” and it was simply the removing of the smoldering anger, the thirst for revenge, the gnawing hate for them. I was not required by God or good sense to trust these same people, or to “pretend they had not done what they did.” Forgiveness was an act, not a feeling.
Looking at “love your enemies” in the same way, I saw that “love” meant to do good to those that persecute you rather than take advantage to hurt them if you can. The story of the future King David fleeing from the jealous and murderous King Saul illustrates that David “loved” King Saul even though Saul was seeking to find and kill David. Twice David had a chance to kill Saul when Saul didn’t even know he was there, and both times, David did not kill Saul, but let him move on his way. Loving our enemies simply means that we must not try to seek revenge against them, even if we can, we must do what is right, even if we have a chance to do what is wrong, no matter how they have wronged us.
I came away from that summer of spiritual questioning with a new awareness of the concepts of the Bible’s teachings, which even if a person is not a believer in the Bible’s divine inspiration, still are psychologically sound.
Harboring, nurturing, and feeding anger, wrath, thoughts of revenge, may chemically light up the pleasure centers of our evolutionary brain, but in the long term, these strong and negative emotions prevent our healing. Short-term, anger is a very natural and normal part of the process we go through when we are injured. Long-term, like any other intense reactive emotion, anger/bitterness becomes a stressor in and of itself, keeping us from thinking rationally and reasonably, and focused only on the injury.
Sure, we were injured and we will never forget that injury (injuries) or the person who did them to us, but we will learn from that experience with the psychopath, learn how to prevent another “P-experience” and live a better life because of our knowledge. But trust them, ever again? Not on your life! Getting the bitterness out of our hearts, focusing on ourselves and our own healing, instead of on the hateful bitter vengeful feelings toward them, turns us in a positive direction, so that we can come to peace with the past,
What do I get out of “forgiving” those that have hurt me so much when they get off “scot-free?”
Well, first of all, I don’t get upset every time I think about them, or look at something that reminds me of them.
Secondly, I am not mad all the time. I can focus on other things besides the hurts that have been inflicted on me. In order to keep my anger up, I would have to focus a great deal of energy on thinking about the past injuries, pulling the scabs off the wounds so that they would continue to bleed. So I save a lot of energy in fueling this old anger that I can now focus on other more positive things.
Thirdly, my spirituality and my spiritual health are not impeded by this mass of anger and negative feelings. My stress level can now drop because these old injuries start to heal and the pain is lessened because of the healing. I am now more in tune with myself and my own needs, since I am no longer focusing all my energy on the injuries.
Fourthly, now that I am no longer angry all the time, I am not so prone to see insult and injury where none is intended. I have more patience with those I love and that love me. I have more patience with myself, and don’t turn this negative energy toward myself at times. I can set reasonable boundaries instead of letting things seethe and then blowing up about some minor problem that in the light of a non-angry mind isn’t worth worrying about. It lets me put things in a reasonable perspective.
Forgiving our enemies isn’t about them, it is all about US. Forgiving them allows us to heal from the wounds they inflicted. Hating and not forgiving them just allows them to go on re-injuring us forever.
Good to ‘see’ you back Henry. The thing is Henry, the wolf is very good at making itself look like a sheep. We were all ‘had’ and you are not alone in that respect. We have learnt the signs now – there wont be a next time with these kinds of people. I have been out with a fair few ‘cheeky monkeys’ but the last one, takes the biscuit and was much cleverer than I realised. But we know now Henry.
Yes, Oxy, in a sense, I cannot take a decision on behalf of the cosmos, the divine, as to what action to take – that is not appropriate for me to do so. In acting, I would be getting involved, taking some of the karma from that person – but believe me Oxy, I had to ‘hold’ myself back on a number of occasions. It really was an exercise in turning the other cheek, especially when the abuser has done a runner and doesnt want to face the music.
Dear Bev,
I am not and never have been a “shrinking violet”–I have stood up for myself most of the time against people who would abuse me—except for family members. Even then, I tried to do so, but got embroiled in trying to please my mother’s enabling posture–couldn’t do both, stand up and please her, so I usually knuckled under eventually and went along with her or played the game of “let’s pretend none of this happened.”
This time, however, when it FINALLY clicked on me what I was doing in relationship to their stance, I realized that I HAD RESPONDED INAPPROPRIATELY when I knuckled under. I couldn’t go on trying to “please my mom” and do what was “right” and it was a “big deal” emotionally and spiritually to me to FINALLY get the “right definition” of what “forgiveness” is and is NOT (for me anyway.)
I saw that me trying vainly to plug my mother’s definition (square peg) into how it felt (round hole) it wasn’t going to work out, so that was when I started the search in earnest and over about six weeks I corresponded with and talked with both other victims, ministers, friends, and read scriptures until finally the “light seemed to turn on” and I came to a place I could be comfortable, both spiritually and emotionally.
I also realized that the attempts to plug the square peg into the round hole had troubled me all my life, not just lately. It was like that “revelation” of what was right and what was wrong with the way I had been thinking (and accepting other’s definitions instead of coming up with my OWN that I was comfortable with) helped me to see that I can have a valid idea even if NO ONE IN THE WORLD AGREES WITH ME.
I am FREE to DECIDE FOR MYSELF what works for me. If it also works for you, great, if not, find your own definition. We are not limited to ONE RIGHT AND ONE WRONG idea. There are MILLIONS OF RIGHT IDEAS.
Just because I love someone doesn’t mean their ideas are right for me. Or that my ideas are right for them. Each of us is free to chart our own path as long as it doesn’t harm another. When your (the universal you) path harms me, then I have a right to not associate with you. You do not have the right to demand that I allow you to harm me.
Your rights to swing your arms ends at the tip of my nose!
Yes, I learnt that lesson Oxy from a therapist, who told me that by acting out my anger with my mother, i will still buying into ‘her game’. That was a big realisation for me, because my anger was fuelling the energy to keep the whole thing going. Without my part of the drama triangle – there was nothing to punch!!!
Dear Oxy
Other family members do talk to me about him. Those who support me are also angry at him and are dealing with their own hurt caused by him. Talking about it is an outlet for them too. The one person I know for sure is on his side is my youngest brother (5 years my senior). They are very much alike – aggressive, occasionally physically abusive, huge egos, sexist, shirking personal responsibility for their actions and a belief that the rules don’t apply to them. I made a decision to cut that brother out of my life too as I realised he didn’t really care about me and had never been there when I needed him.
My eldest brother’s daughter (from his first marriage) is in her 20s and she and I are very close. Her mother (whom I love like a sister) and I are the only two people who really understand the havoc my brother has wreaked. So my niece and I talk about him as a form of therapy I suppose. The difference between us is that she maintains contact with him solely so that she can see her half-sister and her half-brother due to be born next week. She hates being with him and his wife. I couldn’t tell her she can’t talk to me about him. She needs me and I want to be there for her.
Also, my mother lives with him and there is no way I can tell my mother she can’t discuss him. Believe me, the fallout from that is just not worth the effort. Fortunately I can distract her by changing the subject when we talk.
So there are these ties that are difficult to cut. For now I’ve consciously limited my contact with my entire family. I’m still trying to figure out what kind of relationships I want to forge with them in the future. I think most of them will back me but ultimately I stand alone in my legal battle against my eldest brother. I am the only one in the family who’s ever stood up to him to this extent and I think that most will want to avoid open conflict. They’ll tell me quietly I’m right but only my sister will speak out publically on my behalf.
Dear Odette,
While there is colateral contact it does keep the flame fueled. I know that this kind of thing “splits” families and is very difficult.
I have handled that in the past by just saying “Look, Mom (or sis or uncle), you know I have a problem with John, and I would really rather visit with you and not discuss the problems I have with him.” I don’t know if that would work for you but maybe it would. As little contact as possible might also be a way to go around it without a distiinct break.
As we say here in the Southern US “bless your heart!” (hug) I know it does hurt when there are such divisions in the family.
Oxy, great post. I have been thinking about forgiveness for a few days, thinking there is absolutely no way I can forgive him for all that he’s done and continues to do. I thought I could forgive, but not forget, but I’m just not ready to say in my own head, “I forgive him”. Maybe that will come with time. But, I know I still carry around the anger in me as it pops out every now and then when I’m by myself in the car or elsewhere, I just start swearing about him. I know it’s not healthy to carry around anger, but I guess with time it will continue to subside.
He did get away “scot-free” as you say, but I agree with Beverly – karma will get to him one day, and I have to let it go. I have to believe that. I’m not waiting for it, although maybe on some subconscious level I am. It just doesn’t seem fair, and it’s not fair, but the saying goes… “life is not fair, but it’s still good”.
Found this great little forgiveness ritual online… loveandforgive.
Dear Almost_free,
thanks for that link, that’s great!
I struggled with forgiveness for a long time. In the aftermath of finding out he was HIV positive, I felt I needed and wanted to forgive him, in order for me to truly move on. But how could I forgive someone that deliberately kept that from me, exposed me, and then flat out lied about it, and never even admitted the truth! That was SO frustrating. How can I forgive someone that doesn’t think they did anything wrong?
Well, this time last year, I was FULL of anger, hate, vengefulness, bitterness, and all I could think about was how I could get back at him for what he did to me. Forgiveness? I don’t truly know if I ever got to that. My last run in with him a month or so ago, we looked at each other dead in the eye. Neither of us spoke. (I promised myself I would never speak or acknowledge him again.) And it was still quite disturbing that he could look me in the eye after what he did without ANY emotion at all. Forgiveness to me as far as he is concerned is not putting forth anymore energy into trying to get back at him. All I ever did anyway was tell EVERYONE I could possibly tell about what he lied to me about, and how he lied about the truth when even confronted. I’ve found lately though, that I don’t even like talking about him AT ALL. He’s so not worth my energy and thoughts and all it does is bring me down when ever I talk about it. Never in my life I have I encountered such a screwed up person. I pray he doesnt destroy someone else’s life as he almost did mine. He’s still in this town. Still hunting for people to fool. How do I know? I posted an add online. He responded to it. “Just looking for someone to spend some time with. A great guy with a charming smile and a killer rock hard bod…..lots of guys on here well in to their teens acting like children, I’m not looking to add to that number…..”
If I didnt know who he was (he sent his picture) I’d be like, wow, this guy seems so cool…..
I was thanful I knew him or I would have been in danger.
The thing is, I think he knew it was me he was responding to. I posted a pic as well, but did not show my face….just a shirtless shot. (I’m a guy)…..you’d think he would have recoginzed my body. Something tells me he knew it was me and was hoping I’d respond….I dont know.
I thought about respondind and saying, “no thanks, I know all about you.”
But I didnt.
I deleted his email.