Yep.
That reminds me of something I hadn't thought of in years...
Back in school there was this girl named Teresa. She ran with 'the bad kids' and pretty much made my life a living hell all through Jr. High and beyond.
She was a butch little bitch, and would actually pelt me with apples and oranges from across the cafeteria during lunch hour.

I just sat there and took it, being the little punk-ass bitch I was back then.
Anyway, FF to the
very last day and the very last class of 12th grade...sweet freedom was calling... As it happened, she sat about 5 seats behind me in that last class, and after the final bell rang and everyone was rejoicing, she came up to me and actually said, "You know, Josh, I've been pretty mean to you over the years, and I want you to know that I feel kind of bad about it... So, all is forgiven, MmmK ?" Adding a sweet little giggle at the end.
Well.
Let me tell you folks, I tore into her like Sherman through Georgia. "Listen, you vile little whore" , I told her, "You've gone out of your fucking way to make sure my life was a fucking living hell for six fucking years now, and you think I'm going to absolve you of all of that because now you 'feel kind of bad' ???" "It's NOT going to happen ! In fact, I hope you feel bad about it for the rest of your life until it's your turn to burn in Hell !"
(My drama queen mode had fully evolved by this time

)
And with that I grabbed my books and blew right by her and out the door.
I still feel damned good about it.