:-(
yesterday we went to a traditional little festival to a mountain hut. after the festival in the hut i met a doctor linked to my trauma. i mean he did not do anything!! he is a very nice, sympathetic, reasonable person! his only fault is to chose the "wrong" profession of an gynaecologist or to be in the "wrong" place at that time...
the weird thing is that i passed by him without recognizing him, even though he turned towards me and wanted to speak to me. my husband who saw the szene from a distance, asked me what was wrong with me not to say hallo to him.

--- i don't know how this could happen... i was so sorry, because it must seem like i do not want to speak to him...
so i went back, said hello to him, his wife and his daughter... when he asked: "how are you" i did not know what to say... i don't like having the choice between good manners or lying... i do not know how i managed to talk to him... i hardly could look him into the face... SO IMPOLITE!!!
i honestly believe that he is a good person, i have no idea why meeting him puts me in such a bad humour.
horrible.
i have so much to do until christmas.
tonight i have to attend a party.
the only thing i want to do is lie down in bed and die... it takes so little to make me want to die... it's a shame...