Hi everyone
Just had a total cringing moment in hairdressers
The hairdresser was running 20 mins late, I was fretting as I need to get in time for school run
She was trying to start conversations with me non stop
It was awful
She said have you got a day off work today....
I just muttered yeah
Then she said are you in tomorrow or do you have some time off, I muttered er I have some time off, I was thinking any min now she's going to ask me what I do, rather than putting words into my mouth
Shit did a crap cut and I just wanted to get out of there so I said I've gotta go
Didn't give her time to put any products or anything in my hair
I said I had to dash off for the school run
Then she said boy or girl, to which I I said what ???.
Then she said do you have a boy or a girl, to which I muttered girl, while feeling feel and guilty about ds
Then she started saying how old etc
Oh I just really wanted to get out of there so bad, I virtually jumped up
Fucking hell why is life as a bereaved parent this hard all the time, even the most simple tasks feels so bloody hard
I didn't really feel like telling her my whole life story
I hope I don't bump into her around
Mind you doubt she will remember me
It felt like a pack of lies building a nd building