Sometimes I don& #39;t remember the past due to repression being a good defense mechanism. But sometimes, a memory out of nowhere surfaces and I feel absolutely horrible. Today was one of those days.
Even before I knew the meaning of bullying, I& #39;ve bullied a friend. Since she and I were the same size when we were young, I used to call her "fatty bum boleh" (a name my mom used to call me)
Sure, I didn& #39;t mean no harm, I think. My mom used it as a *joke* (yes I& #39;ve got issues as an adult, thanks mom) and I thought she& #39;d take it the same way.
Well she didn& #39;t. I don& #39;t remember if she was furious or upset over the name calling, but suddenly we weren& #39;t friends anymore.
Well she didn& #39;t. I don& #39;t remember if she was furious or upset over the name calling, but suddenly we weren& #39;t friends anymore.