I had a coversation with my aunt yesterday. I dont remember how the conversation began, but we were talking about unforgiveness. I said that i would forgive. But i sit here, in the back seat of the family car, a dark blue mercury monterey, and i testify to say that i still dont forgive her. Her voice still pulses back in through my brain, sending signals to my heart. The heart that will forever more hold the records of her uncontrollable attempts that almost made me a martyr or a killer.