Whilst nipping in for a few essentials, vino and 'feminie products' (always feel obliged to pad the basket out with a bit of veg to look less unhealthy when this happens) i bumped into a girl who used to bully me terribly for the first few years of high school.
I always hated her in my head, and always thought i would have a go whenever i saw her again. Funny thing was i felt nothing but pity for her. She had a small army of children, all looking like a handfull, she had nothing in her trolly but Tesco Value stuff and Skoll larger. She looked fed up and tired out. I just felt sorry for her and what she was, she did not look happy at all.
Funny how what you think you will feel towards those from the past is the opposite of what happens eh.
I always hated her in my head, and always thought i would have a go whenever i saw her again. Funny thing was i felt nothing but pity for her. She had a small army of children, all looking like a handfull, she had nothing in her trolly but Tesco Value stuff and Skoll larger. She looked fed up and tired out. I just felt sorry for her and what she was, she did not look happy at all.
Funny how what you think you will feel towards those from the past is the opposite of what happens eh.