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Fuck Off

There are many scenarios in life when one can simply be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Take my life as a child for instance, the amount of times I’ve been hit in the head with a ball and gone to hospital with concussion is endless. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve had so many concussions I should probably have severe brain damage.

Never in the right place at the right time.

It’s like walking in on a discussion between my parents or walking past an argument being had in public, it’s an awkward moment but you always become intrigued as to what is happening. I am always in the wrong place at the wrong time, like I could walk in on my parents planning my birthday present – zero surprise for me now!

So I believe I’ll forever be in the wrong place at the wrong time and I just have to deal with it.

Recently I didn’t necessarily walk into it, but it stumbled upon me. Everything was fine up until he received an email. The rest is history and now I’m not sure about the silence. I don’t know whether it’s my fault or his fault or who should talk first. This is certainly the most confusing things about relationships – when to end the silent treatment.

Sure, his language was foul and he practically had steam coming out of his ears, but he never gave me the chance to say anything in an attempt to calm him down.

Fuck off.

I’m going to believe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, as per usual. I’ve never in the heat of the moment been told to fuck off (in a serious manner) in my life – not even by my parents. It was strange, new and it was kind of hurtful.

I understand anger, I understand feeling inadequate and underachieved. I’ve let myself down more than I can remember and I’ve always taken that frustration out on even the closest of my friends and family.

But maybe I shouldn’t have been there after all…

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