I don’t understand hate. Each person, good or bad, travels through our lives for a reason. They teach us how we want to be, and how we don’t. Often I tell those that have abused me mentally that I love them. People think that’s silly, and maybe me being sarcastic. Neither to be honest. I tell them that because they need to hear it the most. We never know the path one travel on to meet us, so do not judge the ground beneath them. Love is free. Give it away.