I know I’m going to get snarled at here for ‘dwelling on it’ which I’m not but it was a Christmas Eve party when this happened so it popped into my mind today.
Many years ago I had some pretty horrible things happen and don’t want to be too dramatic but it cast a shadow over most of my 30s. It started with a false accusation at work - I had been in a professional role but couldn’t do it with the accusation over my head. Anyone who has been in a similar situation will know how awful it is, the stress was immense. I gained a lot of weight and became unrecognisable as the woman I had been. I started doing some minimum wage work just to keep money coming in.
So Christmas Eve came and one of the women I worked with invited me to a party. I went along and there was a woman I’d been at school with although I didn’t remember her, I think she’d been a year or two ahead, and she started grilling me about my life. Obviously didn’t want to talk about it so when she kept asking I said ‘ooh it’s a long story.’ She then said ‘well I’m listening.’ I made my excuses and left.
So - AIBU to think I was clearly not wanting to talk about me at that point? I can talk about it now fine but at the time it honestly was incredibly painful.