Along my recovery journey, I have discovered that I have some pretty distorted world views. One of the major ones I have just recently become aware of is that I behave as if the world is as it ideally "should" be, rather than as it is.
In an ideal world, should people be loving and accepting? Yes.
Should they be forgiving? Yes.
Should they be kind? Yes.
Should I be secure enough to withstand any kind of personal attack because I know that my value lies in what God thinks of me and not in what others do? Yes.  

But the fact of the matter is that no one can truly love unconditionally. People are often not forgiving, and many times are unkind, and words and attitudes DO hurt me. So I can continue expecting the world to be a place that it is not, and try to force it into an ideal mold it will never fit it, bringing myself considerable grief and pain along the way, or I can accept the things I don't like as part of life, and take the steps I need to take to protect myself from them.

Gabby told me a couple days ago when she was upset because James was getting attention for something and she wasn't: "Mommy, I don't want to accept that life isn't fair!" Me neither, baby girl, but if we don't, it's going to chew us up and spit us out, because whether we want to accept it or not, it is what it is. We can chose to beat our head against a wall, or we can accept it and move on.