I was in a group setting last night. We were having a really good time until someone made a statement that offended someone else. A bit of back-and-forth and back-pedaling followed, but the damage had already been done and the one who’d been offended left.
I watched helplessly.
I understood why the person took offense, but I was so disappointed that she wouldn’t stick around long enough for the accidental offender to explain what she meant. When the offended one left, it felt as though the oxygen...