I remember the day I learned forgiveness is for the forgiver. My dad had said something to me that had really hurt me and I held that hurt for a long time and it festered and built up until finally I was like, I’m gonna confront him about this.” So I wrote all my points down (because I’m a planner) and I called him and laid it all out and we left the call with what I thought was a mutual understanding but I hadn’t forgiven it. I thought I had. I convinced myself I had but God always knows how to test your so called growth. Any little thing my father did triggered me and brought me right back to that original hurt and all that pain would come flooding back. Then one day I hit my limit because my family just didn’t understand why I was so angry and I said dad knows why, I told him why and his face went blank and he looked at me and said when? Babay, I saw red! I said, that day that I called you and we talked for like 3 hrs. And he said, I don’t remember. In that moment I wa...