A few days ago I ran into a guy I used to work with way back in my Walmart days. Of course, everyone that used to work with me at Walmart used to work with my mother too. So, after the obligatory “long time no see”, the first thing he says is, “I’m sorry about your mom.” I thanked him, quickly changed the subject, and put on a fake smile, but the damage had already been done. The knife stabbed my heart and the wave of pain flooded over me.
The rest of the day was spent just trying not to break down, which was a challenge considering the crap I’m having to deal with at work right now.
Now, I don’t blame the guy. I know he meant well. He certainly wasn’t trying to make me feel that way. But, unfortunately, he did.
I never really thought a few well intentioned words could hurt so much.