A week after my best friend died was our friend groups secret santa party. I was in no state to attend a party but my partner still went. I said i’d walk up and pick her up, and maybe have a beer at the end depending how i felt. This was the first night i’d been alone since he died and i had a pretty upsetting evening before heading out to pick her up.
On the walk up got called a wanker and had a load of kids snowballed me in a fairly aggressive manner, which in hindsight was hilarious but at the time it just compounded the misery.
fuckin’ kids
