I realize that nearly without exception, it has never occurred to me that others should have asked for 'my' forgiveness, only everyone I have asked forgiveness of. Wasn't even a concept to me. On rare occasions I have hoped for an apology (hoping that will guarantee some reduction of harm in the future), or over minor events I would have hoped, like once when a relative threw out what a dead relative had just given me, their last words in writing to me. I only thought of where 'I' needed to ask for forgiveness- which is good, since no one else can make up for what I am culpable for. But, whether it be physical assault, mental, sexual; lies, being two-faced, whatever- never. Even those who I would not see, but guilty of murder, robbery, never occurred to me their part. Explains why I legitimately rarely felt anger, only pain, and fear. I sure stuck with a lot of as*holes. I still don't want or need them to acknowledge it, but I will never invest one more thought, word, or prayer for them or any more self-recrimination about it.