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.