Haha! My first husband was on stage nightly and chose the prettiest girl in the audience every night to sleep with.
Let's see, also a wife beater, child beater, thief, liar, druggie, (I could go on and on) He wasn't a nice person.
After we split up, he begged to come back.
Uh, . . . . No.
Now, I feel sorry for him, forgive him and hope he becomes a better person and grows in his heart.
To hate him and not forgive him would only hurt ME.
To hate is the most cruel thing you can do to yourself.
But, that was EONS ago, almost another life!
It took a long time before I trusted again though and my second husband was chosen carefully.