This afternoon I spoke with someone in a professional context who managed to make me feel like a freak for my upbringing, after a few casual insults.
I found myself a five o’clock in a dressing room of the Westfield Shopping Center crying silently in a dressing room.
The good news: I got a cute jacket. And now, Jonno, Jack and Nina are en route to my house with champagne. I have family.
I do.
