Last Night, I Dreamt Of The One Who Hurt me

She was there, in my house. In my old house. In my old living room. I wasn’t really sure what she was doing there or what she wanted, but she was there. In my world, in my life again, just the way she left it a few months ago. I could hear voices talking about…

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She was there, in my house. In my old house. In my old living room. I wasn’t really sure what she was doing there or what she wanted, but she was there. In my world, in my life again, just the way she left it a few months ago.

I could hear voices talking about things in the living room, about the things that no longer concerned me anymore, and it made me wonder why she was there. I felt safe anyway, because I was in my house, in my own territory. She couldn’t hurt me again.

The sound of the voices came nearer to where I was. I was in my room, my old room, as I heard a knock. The impact pushed the door open and there she was, standing right in front of me. She came in and it seemed she was explaining herself and why she was there. I listened. She was saying something about coming in peace and about the things that had happened between us. In her voice, I could still hear that cantankerous tone, that defensive moan. She never apologized.

I told her I wanted to text her many times before, to know how she was doing and why I never did because I wasn’t sure she would want to hear from me, better still reply me. She said she knew, a couple of people had said the same about her.

We let bygones be bygones. Water flowed under-bridge as she helped me sort out my clothes, my sweaters and my jackets. Harmattan was coming and I needed them for my return journey. We talked about different things, mostly me doing all the talking and then I woke up.

It was still dark outside as I laid on my bed. I felt the peaceful surge of rest travel through my bones as I relaxed and heaved long, hard and heavy. I felt my spirit calm because in my dream, I had forgiven the one that had hurt me and while awake, there I was, dreaming of a dream with a smile on my face. Often times, our dreams are a reflection of our thoughts and wishes and in most cases, with dreams come responsibilities.Β For me, a responsibility to forgive the one that hurt me.

Have you ever found it very hard to let go?

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  1. Kaybug
    Brilliant piece, and it is so relatable. It is easier to hold on to a grudge especially when fresh out of a relationship while you are at the receiving end of it. But it really feels totally better by forgiving. “I felt my spirit calm because in my dream, I had forgiven the one that had hurt me and while awake, there I was, dreaming of a dream with a smile on my face”. This statement says it all. Cheers
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  2. John Annavi Olorire
    Nice piece Fisayo.

    Your headline made me remember one of such nights.Nothing really makes you feel better than forgiving those who hurts you especially when its someone you’d always want to hear from.

    No one is actually in charge of our happiness and our best bet in such time is simply to forgive.

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    1. Fissington
      Thank you, John. You are right on that one and in my case I didn’t actually want to continue things, I just needed to feel and know I had forgiven the person and that the slate was clean. Thanks for your contribution bro.
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  3. Abi Sanni
    beautiful article πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
    Yes, I have found it hard to let go of hurtful friendships but learn that that stress of holding on kills me more than it does anything to the other person lol. it’s always best to let it go !
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  4. Ablad
    hi Fisayo, read your profile and found out you reside in Kaduna. Pls, I presently need the assistance of someone resident in Kaduna. this is for my project can you drop your digits for me or mail me via ablad4allgmail.com? thanks
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  5. Adesuwa
    Fisayo, your profile struck me the most, a huge fan of the most high God! There’s nothing more ultimate than that! I just turned 29 and I was hurt so bad in my last relationship. I know I should forgive and sometimes I think I have but other times, the hate wears on me heavy! Forgiveness is one of the hardest things in life… but with God, all things are possible.
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