Exactly spot on right Kaz!
I wasn't going to participate in this but I will.
When I lived in the UK I had a smashing wee part time job.
No names will be mentioned but the boss was a big name in the town.
His family had huge connections to some VERY famous people who I met as part of it. I'm talking royal family connections too.
Saying this is relevant to my story.
Basically the boss took a shine to me.
In no way did I encourage him. It was a slow build up to his advances which, looking back naively, I was hoping he'd get the message that I wasn't interested in him one iota.
Over the course of six months he became unbearable.
But here's the rub.
Anyone who knows me knows I take no bulls*it.
I do not suffer fools.
I'm as straight as a die and say what I mean.
But I loved my job and felt too scared to tell him exactly where to go.
I felt I'd be the office trouble maker.
I was too afraid to say anything to my darling husband as he'd have gone charging in there like a demon and God knows what the result would be.
Because he was such a big cheese in our town I was frightened it would all go wrong and end up in the papers as gossip fodder.
He had to go to York for a business trip and asked me to accompany him.
No. I immediately handed in my notice. I actually walked out there and then.
I sat crying in my car at the unfairness of it.
I had to lie to Don when I got home making some excuse about missing the children whilst at work.
To this day I've never spoken a word of this to anyone.
Even typing this now, 29 years later, I have tears in my eyes and I'm shaking.
Sometimes, wrongly of course, sometimes it seems easier to keep quiet.
It seemed that way in my case.
