I was accosted in the frozen food section of the grocery store several months after we separated by a group of four women I hardly knew. Their heads were cocked in mock pity or worse, real pity, ” we were all out last night and we were talking about you and your separation. We are so sorry”. Kill me now. Pity from the playground posse. I wanted to vomit and then jump off a bridge. I did not even know these women and they wanted my story. My very best friend never asked for the story.
Nothing kills my soul like someone feeling sorry for me.
I smiled, said “thank you” , reached for the frozen peas and kept marching forward.
Oh my God, I love this, Nancy… You’re a writer!!!
Well, there can be no pity now…I am truly in awe of your honesty. The moments of humour and raw emotion are so well written. Congratulations and if I ever see you in the grocery store with a look of pity on my face I give you permission to throw the bag of peas at me.