We're told to forgive and forget.
Most of the time we do. Or, at least we forgive.
A while ago I realized that sometimes I don't. I forget but don't forgive.
That is, when I really do get angry at someone, I retain a niggling sense of how dreadfully that someone behaved long after I've lost the details. It's not necessary that I remain angry -- often enough I'm merely aware of some sort of -- well, of what?
Is it a betrayal?
Disappointment?
I don't really know.
Once I'm that angry it's a while until things to subside, and even so - !
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