Invitation to trouble
When the invitation to Sandra’s 55th birthday dinner came, I felt a knot in my stomach. Sandra had never truly liked me, and I knew attending would be challenging.
I turned to my fiancé and tried to excuse myself. ‘Maybe I should skip this one,’ I suggested. He shook his head and sighed, ‘You have to come.
If you don’t, it will only make things worse.’ His insistence left me no choice.