Long post yes, but is a subject rather too close for comfort with my family and my history being what it is. Took a very long time to realise and accept that the more anger I had towards... people and things that were ultimately accidents of birth and unfortunate events - and were also very Bad Things cos the former are part of the reason but can never be excuses - the more anger held on to the closer I came to perhaps eventually crossing some line I really don't wish to cross and don't have quite those same... don't want to say mitigating factors... but I can't really think what else you would call them. The things - chance things - that make me me not he. The things that allow me to catch myself before I react and allow me some insight into the thoughts and feeings of others even when they don't have that capacity. I can't truly empathise with a lack of empathy cos that just can't happen anymore than it can the other way around, but I can see there is a difference and it is an important difference.
The more I've let go that anger and the closer I've come to... it's not forgiveness as such but is perhaps a level of acceptance that some people do things most of us would not do - and probably could not do for the most part - and that when deep down you know that the thought processes are not all there and working as they should do it ends up feeling really very hollow to cling too tightly to blame and bitterness and hatred above all else. It just takes you further away from the humanity lacking on some level in the person all that hatred is focussed on which has the unfortunate side-effect of emphasising the underlying similarity that is really very uncomfortable indeed to see and to know is there. The closer I edgre towards what probably will need to be actual forgiveness one day the more like me I feel and the less obvious those underlying similarities seem to be.
And one more thing whilst I'm prattling, mothers can be just as vicious I can assure you. And children ain't half as angelic and innocent as some may hope. I know I was an absolute shit when I was a child. Vicious, uncaring, manipulative and well aware of what I was doing - that's not innocence. At the same time I was a small boy in a less than ideal situation and was but a big ball of hate and anger and hurt. Feel much better without it and really wasn't quite as bitter a pill to swallow as I'd imagined. Now that person is not so very big, bad and scary - he's mostly a bit pitiful and also pitiable. Still a scumbag but I don't think he got to choose to be that way so seems unneccessary to focus on that bit as intensely as I did for so long.
And will now go do something other than this for a while. Think I must've needed to get something out my system