And once I could understand myself, I could get on with the whole part about forgiving myself. It wasn't my enemies that needed my forgiveness, it was me. I was my greatest enemy. And that long list of resentments stood as guideposts signaling all the negative beliefs I held out bout myself. I was selfish and self-seeking. I really didn't care much about what my behavior costs others. My alcoholism had made me rather unpleasant. And that long list of people who had wronged me took on an interesting meaning. They were for the most part people who I had wronged and who had reacted appropriately to my misbehavior. Not only did they not owe me anything, I owed many of them an amends.