An Honest Slip Of The Tongue.

Talking out of the point is something that hardly happens to me. But when it happens it ends up bad and it's usually in the period of a heated argument, I guess it's the same for some others too.

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During my year one, I had just a few circles of friends among which there was this particular girl who was the closest to me than the others.
I know her down to her house just as she knows the secondary aspect of me too. Being close we talk and mingle all the time even in the absence of the rest of our friends. She planned on selling oil perfumes that period to support her mom and herself and since it was a business I was very much familiar with I helped her organize in start-up.

That also was a period when my parents stopped me from working at the secretariat and focused on being a full-time student even with the financial crisis surrounding us at the time, out of all odds, I bent to their will by taking up full-time classes. But at the same time used my savings and bought shoes for sales purposes in school to lecturers and students. My plans were known to my friends too and we all did the marketing together.

And then I got home one time to answer my dad who sent for me and told me to stop selling my newly formed market. According to his words, ” Holy Spirit said it would distract me”. Saying I was angry is an understatement because only I knew what I went through to gain admission and the outstanding bills that needed to be settled at the time.

Getting to school the next day, I couldn't help but cry why complain to my friends, just for this very girl to tell me “Am overreacting by crying”. and that was where it happened, I flared up immediately and replied to her back “It's because you don't have a father, that's why you don't know the feeling”.

Ouch! It was a moment of silence for everyone. I realized myself after a few seconds of spilling the beans. My friend is an only child of her parents whose dad, died the year before she got admission. Obviously, it was a fresh wound and I was lost for words to explain to her that I never meant it the way I said it. I didn't even know how to react.

At that moment my problem wasn't important to me anymore all I wanted was to make her understand it wasn't the way it was, my words were an honest mistake but then I couldn't say anymore than “I'm sorry”. Even after she claimed to have forgiven me, I couldn't bring myself to forget that incident and in between our conversations reminded her how genuinely sorry I was for that statement I made until we both were fully over it.

From that time onwards, no matter how heated an argument is, I choose never to allow myself to cross the line to prove a point and end up hurting the next person with words except if it calls for it.