I forgive you for all the mean things you've said to me.
I forgive you for your hatred.
I forgive you for your disgust.
I forgive you for not appreciating all that I do for you, every minute of every day.
I forgive you for not listening to me when I try to communicate with you.
I forgive you for not accepting me the way I am.
I forgive you for pushing me to work harder when I was exhausted.
I forgive you for misusing food.
I forgive you for denying me food.
I forgive you for ignoring my needs.
I forgive you for not granting me respect.
I forgive you for withholding your compassion.
I know that you mistreated me because you didn't know any other way.
I know that you did these things out of fear; fear of experiencing your emotions, fear of vulnerability, fear of losing love, fear of accepting yourself, and maybe fears you don't even know you have.
I know that deep down, you are so tired of fighting with me.
I know that you want to lay down your arms and work with me, not against me.
I know that you when you are feeling whole again, you won't be afraid of me anymore.
I know that it takes great bravery to even consider having a better relationship with me.
I trust that one day, we'll be back to where we started. When you were young, you delighted in me. When I needed something, you made it your business to make it happen. We were a team, and we were happy. Even though you've strayed, I haven't stopped believing in you. I want you to know that I forgive you. I want you to know that I'm here, waiting.