“Save yourself.” That’s what a friend told me after we discussed a predicament involving a mutual acquaintance.
Sometimes it’s best not to get involved in situations we cannot control even though we may think we can be of assistance. It’s difficult to allow others to make their own (bad) choices and allow them to figure out the predicament themselves, but occasionally we may need to. Often, it’s best to back away, bite your tongue and save your sanity.
I planned my attack.
In my mind I had it all mapped out: How exactly I would respond to the person who had said something hurtful and humiliating.
I knew what I was going to say. After all, I rehearsed it in my mind for hours. No, days.
We were at a gathering where a dozen or so people were laughing, telling stories and feeling elated about the camaraderie of old friends and new. No one else knew that what this so-called friend had said in a joke brought up old wounds in me.
The offender knew. I’m sure of it. Although, I don’t think that they intentionally wanted to hurt my feelings.
Regardless, the words they said cut like daggers into my soul. It felt as though Mike Tyson punched me where I had already been black and blue.
So I waited.
And waited…for an apology that never came.