Thanks for your comment. I mean people have apologized for it. My brother apologized immediately I remember. And it's not like I'm actively thinking about those things. So it's like a narrative. A narrative, a psychologist friend once told me, that I keep alive, willingly or not. And the wound, I tend to believe, is very real. And that explains (but doesn't justify) my kneejerk reaction of anger. What I want to know is: how do I go about undoing such hurt? Has any of yous experience with this? (I'll definitely bring this up with my counselor next time we meet.) Happy cake day btw. 🍰🎂🧁