When someone hurts us the consequence arrives first.
We can see exactly what they did.
So their intention starts to look just as obvious.
They knew.
They chose.
They did not care.
Then our own mistakes come back.
The promise we honestly forgot.
The word that landed harder than we meant.
The harm was real.
The malice was not.
We were inside that one.
We are never inside theirs.
We know we are not our worst result.
We can let that be true of them.
