Holding A Grudge Novels & Stories

Tinanguan din ang mga kasamahan ng among babae. Later that day... There has to be forgiveness for anybody else who has ever done anything against you. It may be that your resentment is justified. The person may have done a very evil, terrible thing to you. You may have every legal and intellectual right to hold a grudge and to hate that person. But if you want to see miracles in your life, it is absolutely imperative that you forgive.

"I'm just upset. She almost pushed you and our child in danger." Hindi naman nawala ang ngiti sa kanyang labi habang pinagmamasdan si Nate. "I understand your point. But sometimes, our intentions are good, but the outcome isn't.” "Should I forgive her now?" Bigla nitong tanong. She heaved a deep sigh. "You can't forgive someone if you don't mean it. It's okay to get upset. It's a normal reaction. Pero kung ako ang tatanungin mo, you shouldn't hold a grudge towards your mother. You're lucky enough you still have her in your life. You shouldn't let the misunderstanding pass for too long. Don't let what happens ruin your relationship with your mother. I'm sure getting upset towards her hurts yo

Kahit ano ang gawin niya, mukhang hindi na talaga niya mababago pa ang isip nito. "Grudge is the perfect weapon to create a great crime," sagot ni Marcell na biglang nagpa-realized ng kung ano kay Alex. "This gun I'm holding is just a tool, but this grudge I feel is my weapon that empowers me," aniya. "Holding a grudge is like caging an animal, you can tame it to control it, but sometimes you just have to let it go!" dugtong niya. Lahat ng narinig ni Alex mula sa bibig ni Marcell ay may katotohanan din naman. At may punto ito, at naniniwala siyang may karapatan itong magalit sa kaniya.

As long as they did their job well done, I am good. “Hayan mo na sila,” mahinang saad ko. “Maybe it’s God’s way to tell me that I don’t deserve to be that angel’s mother. Hayaan na natin ang mga bagay na lumipas na. Let’s not hold any grudge to our past. Wala rin namang patutunguhan ang galit natin, e.” Isa iyan sa mga napagtanto ko. Walang patutunguhan. Kahit ang magmahal ay walang patutunguhan. Especially if it’s only a one sided love. Walang mararating. Walang maabot.

" He admitted that he was upset, and he stared at me in an aggravated manner now. As I worked to bring myself back under control, my hand began to shake. I am aware that he is fuming with rage, and it is imperative that it be resolved tonight. I don't want to go home with us still holding a grudge, I can't manage our position like this because I'm not accustomed to it and I'll never be able to train myself that we're arguing and it's like our disagreement is out of order, and I don't want to go home with us still having a grudge. I don't want to go home with us still having a grudge because I can't handle our situation like this. "Navier, why do you always dec

But that eventually went away when I explained everything to her, and she also understood why I was able to hide it from her. "Bakit ba nangyayari 'yan sa 'yo? Hindi ka naman masamang tao at wala ka namang sinaktan, but there’s someone who’s holding a grudge against you. I don’t understand, it’s weird," aniya, ngunit halata ang pagtataka sa mukha niya. Hindi ko naman siya masisi kung bakit, dahil gano'n din ang iniisip at nararamdaman ko.

“Pero mapaghiganti ka. And your temper is really . . . I cannot describe it.” Tipid siyang ngumiti. Nahiya pa itong sabihin na bruha siya. Alam naman na niya ’yon. “You’re easy to grudge and slow to forgive. At mahirap hingian ng apology,” dagdag nito. Ninamnam niya ang sinabi nito. Pinag-isipan. Easy to grudge? Tama iyon. Matandain kasi siya. Matalas ang memorya niya na magsaulo ng mga kasalanan sa kanya. Madali siyang magturing ng kaaway. At tatlo lang ang kampo ng tao sa pananaw niya—kakampi, kaaway, o walang kinalaman.

Kahit hindi pa sila nanghihingi ng tawad, kahit ni minsan ay wala pa akong narinig mula sa kaniya na kahit isang salita ay pinatawad na siya ng malambot kong puso. I am not fond of nourishing grudges, dahil alam kong ako lang naman ang mahihirapan kung patuloy akong magtatanim ng galit at hindi magpapatawad. Ako ang hindi makakatulog ng maayos at panay na iisip at maghihintay ng hihingi ng tawad kahit na mukhang imposible naman ng mangyari iyon. For the past years, I didn't had the urge to check his whereabouts. Mas pinili kong mamuhay nang hindi inaalam kung ano na ang nangyayari sa buhay niya sa kasalukuyan.

"You understand me, right?" "Clearing? For what?" I tilt my head and give her an annoyed look, a slow smirk spreading across my face. "You watched the whole show. He fucked up my name with those fake shits that we all know I never did." I press the knife harder as I sharpen it. "And now he's clearing it? Well, good for him. But you know me, I hold onto grudges, especially since it wasn't just my name he trampled on. It was also my hope of getting justice," I explain calmly.

Hindi ko na nakikita sa kaniya ang istoikong ekspresyon sa mukha. Kung kasing rupok siguro ako gaya ng dati, kikiligin ako ng bongga sa puntong ako pa ang maglalagay ng kamay niya sa baywang ko at ramdam na ramdam ko na siguro ang pagsasayaw naming dalawa. I admit that I feel those butterflies in my stomach and flutter in my heart but I immediately shut those feelings as I remember what he have done to me that Valentine's Day. I usually don't hold grudges on people. But this time, it's different. His situation is different and worth to hold grudge for.