I can deal with people doing horrible things to me.  At least, I know what those type of people are about, so it is easier to deal with the damage and move on.  What I cannot forgive with such ease is someone who acted kindly to me for evil reasons without disclosing the reasons up front.  There is no unforgivable sin, but some are harder than others to erase.  In my culture and my opinion, dishonoring a loved one is worse than outright enmity.

It's all been said before.  It's not the fact that my old friend used me on several levels, and destroyed things that were dear to me. It's the fact that he admitted that our "deep and intimate friendship" was nothing but a means to end in his quest to get ahead as an artist and to get laid.  The only way I'll ever forgive that fakehead, is he drops the wholesome and loveable, pacifist Buddhist dufus who creates art for "the children" and whose only addiction is coffee act.  When he drops the pretense and presents himself as an anti-utopian, ambitious and ruthless businessman, who is keenly aware of how his image affects his art and mucks around with the dark arts for personal gain, then maybe I'll regain some respect for him. 

Until then, the only communication I care to have with him is face-to-face and fist-to-fist.  Alas, that would involve bothering to seek him out, and that's not worth my time.