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She Asked Why She Wasn't Invited. Here Is What Happened.
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Finding out from a photo
Deb sees her choir friends together in a photo, without her. A sarcastic message would be easy to send; asking what actually happened feels much harder.
What Rosie brings to the conversation
Rosie remembers Sue welcoming Deb before. That does not erase the hurt, but it helps Deb leave room for an answer before deciding what the picture means.
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Deb: There they were. Three women from choir, out for dinner. Even the bread looked included.
Deb: I thought Sue and I were becoming proper friends. Now I feel like the extra person they tolerate at choir.
Rosie: That photo stung. Was it missing the meal, or wondering where you fit?
Deb: Where I fit. I can survive without garlic bread. Although let's not test it unnecessarily.
Rosie: Sue's the friend who made room for you on your first choir evening, right?
Deb: Yes. I asked you to remember that. That's why this feels worse.
Rosie: Both things happened: she welcomed you, and this time you weren't there. Do you know how this dinner came about?
Deb: No. I've supplied the entire plot myself.
Rosie: Do you want to leave it tonight, or find a way to ask Sue?
Deb: Ask. But without making her responsible for every lonely evening I've ever had.
Rosie: What would sound like you?
Deb: I saw the dinner photo and felt a bit left out. I'd love to come along another time. Was it a planned thing?
Rosie: That's clear. It tells her what happened for you without deciding what she meant.
Deb: Keep that for me: ask before writing the ending. Not the actual photo. I don't need a museum of things that upset me.
Rosie: Just that reminder. Ask before writing the ending.
Deb: Sue called. They'd arranged it after a rehearsal I missed. She thought someone else had asked me.
Rosie: How was it hearing that?
Deb: A relief. Still a bit sore. I said, next time, please ask me yourself.
Rosie: And she heard you?
Deb: She apologised. Sent me the next date, properly. I went. Had a lovely time. I didn't need a grand explanation from the whole table.
Deb: Having somewhere to say the messy version first. Then I could say the real thing to Sue.
Rosie: Want somewhere to talk it through? Meet me at Lonely No dot com.
