The older I get, the easier it gets to forgive. I have long since forgiven my grandmother for being a mean little old lady (of course she wasn't that mean to me, only to my mother). I have forgiven my parents for not teaching me anything practical, like cleaning, bed making, etc., (I just don't bother myself with any of that anymore). I have forgiven my first husband for taking an overdose of drugs and leaving me with a busy little girl to support. I have even forgiven my second husband for taking all my money and leaving me with a busy little boy to support (good riddance to both of them anyway!). I have even forgiven my daughter for telling me what a fool I am to forgive everyone (including her, I guess, she doesn't understand that you cannot 'get even' at my age). I have finally reached the age of 85, and I have forgiven the world for ignoring me, so I can roam happily through it, dye my hair purple, wear anything I want, say almost anything I want, and just be considered an eccentric old lady. I'll even forgive you for not reading this far. You may get bored, but I NEVER do! I've forgiven myself and am having fun.