My mother has tried to kill me multiple times, both before and after I was born. The second-to-last conversation we had ended with her telling me she wanted to abort me, and when she wasn't able to she tried to kill herself and take me with her. My first memory is me falling down a flight of stairs in front of my mom; she looked at me, said nothing to me, turned around and kept talking on the phone...I was only 3. So, I've always known my mother never cared too much for me; it was never some sudden realization late in my life. Anywho, those aren't even the worse things. Just wanted to establish the scene. The point is, I could forgive her for any of that if she would simply take responsibility for her actions. She chooses not to, and rather has decided to continue the cycle, shirking responsibility and laying blame elsewhere. Because of that, I suppose I'm not a big enough man to forgive her without any apology. So it's not what people do to each that determines forgiveness, but the good spirit and patience of the person that has to do the forgiving. Because of that, I don't think the way the title is phrased gives the idea and limits of forgiveness justice.