After what had felt like the longest drive home, I finally walked through the door of my home. I walked through the little safe-haven, dropping my bag on the table, not wanting to make a start on the lesson preparation that needed my attention. My head was a swirling mess thanks to the humiliation my friend had caused. I don’t know why it had bothered me so much, but it had. The lingering humiliation was weighing heavy upon my mind, as was the fact that now somebody I did not know knew my business. How I chose to live my life was nobody’s business but my own, but after the way that I had been treated, was it any surprise I would rather be alone?
I walked through to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator, before wandering back through to the lounge. Work would have
