Love does not become frustrated, exasperated or defeated with those it loves. When we loose our tempers we loose everything. Kipling said that it was the test of a man if he could keep his head when everyone else was losing his and blaming it on him, and if, when he was hatcd, he did not give way to hating. The individual who is master of his temper can rise to be master of anything. We must choose to be controlled by love rather than by our temper.
Some people treat life like a ledger, adding every infraction to the account.
Isn't it amazing how much it must take to carry the ledger that spans weeks, even years of infractions. Two of the great arts in life are learning what to forget and how to forgive. They can't allow themselves to forgive because then there would be no reason for bitterness. And so they are caught in a perpetual cycle of emptiness and hate. Love does not engage in the malicious pleasure of hearing something derogatory about someone.