I heard them say things... I heard them say things about you. I pushed my ear up against the door and strained to hear more, to verify that this was really what they were saying...

My stomach took a sour turn and my hand pressed itself against my breast. It was a feeble attempt at easing the clench and dispersing the disbelief. Eyes wide and lips pressed to a thin line, lest I let words slip that would be the truth- from my point of view.

They don't know.

There was a time I didn't know better either.

There was a time I argued against their accusations and told them, "If only you knew as I know..."

Oh how things changed when I ended up on the other side through so little fault of my own.