My parents raised my brothers and I with a sense of pride in who we were and it sticks with us to this day.  After two weeks of not speaking to my best friend after she said F.U. to me, she texted.  She said she thought I quit my job at the school we work at because she was being a bitch.  I did not quit my job.  We texted for a long time, like nothing happened except I was guarded with what I said.  Yesterday morning, I woke up with a sick feeling.  I am still mad at her for that and a few other times that she was nasty to me.  I definitely have had a change of heart about her.  I've also had a change of heart about my Aunt in the nursing home and another friend who yells at me, puts me down and picks on me.  That friend wants to resume working out together and I am going to tell her that I prefer working out alone.  I am lying on my loveseat, listening to excellent music, enjoying my own company.  I am usually more forgiving but old anger and hurts are popping up and I am out of forgiveness.