I thought it would ever happen to me. Someone, I trusted, someone I loved like my own brother, someone I was loyal to, stabbing me at my back.

I was in disbelief. I was stunned. I never had experience being betrayed by someone so close to me.
I became angry. I promised myself I will have my retribution. All of my hatred, all of my anger, I directed to him. I wanted to destroy his life. Make every single day of his life so miserable, and when comes the time I could show mercy, I will kill him.

It changed me. Everything else was easy to forgive. And this made me vulnerable.I easily said yes. I turned a blind eye to a lot of things blatantly wrong. I was weak.

And it's taking its toll.