The Sunday my cousin's 3 hour lecture on forgiveness actually landed
I walked into that diner in Akron ready to defend cutting off my brother for the loan he never paid back, but when she said 'you're still letting him live rent free in your head' over cold coffee, something clicked and I finally texted him to settle the $800.
$800 is oddly specific though. My therapist once told me that resentment is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die, but it never hit until I realized I was sacrificing entire Sundays to mentally relist every single thing my ex roommate owed me. The loan amount doesn't matter, it's the time you spend replaying that conversation at 2am. You probably would've paid $800 just to get those hours back. And honestly, the text you sent probably gave him more relief than the money ever did.