Dog of the Gaps wrote:I wish the people who hurt me all of those years, knew what they did to me.
This would probably be better than what I sometimes want to do to them, in the midst of my flashbacks. Sometimes I do think about looking them up ... I'm sure I could find an email address or two ... and mentioning it to them. No real point, and I doubt anyone remembers any more except me and the girls.
Over the years, I've run into many of the people who treated me unfairly back in JH/HS, and I was surprised to find out that a few of them have grown up and are no longer total a**holes. When I seen them, they treated me as if we had been the best of friends back in high school. It was weird and it actually upset me, because I wanted to say, "Do you not remember how bad you treated me? You destroyed my life!" But I will never say that, because as you wrote, it would most likely do nothing, nor help the situation. Those people don't remember what they did to us, nor do they realize the extent of the damage they caused us.
It's really tough to let it go, but we'll get there one day. Keep on truckin'. Sorry, that was lame. I don't know why I wrote "keep on truckin'." Sorry.

Later on,
AJ