Think about someone you hate. You hate their stinking guts. This is someone who you feel is the worst on the planet. Think about all the stuff they did and how they treated you wrong. Let it sink in for a minute then continue reading.
Now focus inward. How do you feel? There’s a good chance you feel angry, annoyed, hateful, mad and whatever other negative emotions that were stirred. Do you see what happened? It negatively impacted you, not the person you hate.
Although, didn’t it almost seem like if you hated them as much as you could muster that maybe somehow it would hurt them? That’s the silliness behind hate. Hating someone is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Then, they don’t die and you are left with all that pointless and unhappy frustration. Why do we do this to ourselves?
Below are 5 powerful tips to stop hating someone. These are things you need to know about your relationship with hate to feel better and not harness it:
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I really enjoyed that article. I think it represents any negative emotion we have, it doesn’t even have to be a person. I hated my house, and I hated cold weather. I was stuck because my long term boyfriend, doesn’t like change, and he really didn’t want to sell the house. I couldn’t force him, even legally, as we were not married. I tried a lot of different ways to get him to sell. It took a few years. I wasn’t sleeping well, even though I took prescription meds, I could not sleep. I was taking care of the house, it was 3 levels, it killed my knees, I had to work so hard physically to maintain the house. We ended up making a lot on the house when we sold it. I realized he was never going to leave the state and move to all year warm weather. Keeping me in the house, kept me from my dreams. I moved to Mexico, and I feel like I’m 10 years younger, I’m so happy! We maintained a long distance relationship, and when I would visit him, I would have to take sleeping meds. When he came to visit, I was stressed. I realized I was putting all my emotions on the house. It forced me to realize it wasn’t just the house. I was not happy with him, and I just could not make the break. He would always give in to whatever I said I wanted, him to change this, or stop doing that. I finally realized it was him I was truly not happy with. Even though he gave me what I wanted he had a way of making me feel less than. He talked down to me, he held me back. So I finally made the break, but have maintained a friendship. Thank you for the article, it helped me not to feel badly about it, his choices are his own. If he can’t let go, that is his issue to deal with, not mine.