Shifting Opinions

There was a time when I shifted my opinion of someone when I relocated to a new building. I met this girl; her name was Shay. Shay was about 5’6” tall and weighed about 290 pound. I used to always talk to her. We used to go out places just her and me. We used to talk about a lot of stuff, like how I was doing in school and how was my day and I would ask her the same things like, how was work. Until one day Shay and I went out to eat and she was talking about people and I didn’t like that. And what made it so bad was that she would be talking with food in her mouth and being overdramatic. So, I let her know it’s not a good thing to talk about people. So, she got mad. She was so mad that we stopped talking to each other. I don’t think she can talk about anyone because she has an ill heart. Eventually, Shay and I started to talk again. I asked her, “Do you want to take the kids out to eat?” Shay would ask, “where will we be going out to eat?” She wouldn’t respond right away and instead would say, “I will let you know,” but that would never happen. I would just go out on my own without letting her know. Later, Shay would angrily say, “why didn’t you tell me?” I would respond with a big beautiful smile, but now I don’t offer to let her go out to enjoy the beautiful city with my kids and me.     

Nakevia