We are taught in recovery to pray for anyone we have a resentment against. We are supposed to get on our knees and pray the person gets the blessings in life they desire. Oh brother. I did as I was instructed. I prayed and prayed and prayed for that awful boy who called me those awful names. It did not help. My resentment was not lifted. I am just a rolling ball of resentment, and I’m okay with that. Because you don’t do that in my house.
