Coping with past tragedies, Stella lives on hope in the present. She plays the game and hopes that one day she will beat the odds. Is this all there is to Stella’s story?
Self shame is the enemy…. It is a power struggle. At times it may seem hopeless and pointless to fight the inner demons.
Sometimes, when your self-esteem is low, it takes a special someone to help build it up again.
From then on the evening went downhill. Annula didn’t seem to want to leave her alone. She was forever asking her questions and treating her as if she was some lesser being. It was almost as if she was saying she had no right to be there, and what did the likes of Kelly Ambrose see in a mouse like her, anyway.
As the food was given out, Annula asked if she was vegetarian as well. “Leave her alone, Annu, she isn’t vegetarian, and it would have nothing to do with you if she was.”
Annula glared at him. “I’m just trying to be friendly” she blurted,.
“Well go and be friendly to someone else,” Kelly said, leading Stella away.
“I don’t think she likes me.”
“Ignore her,” he said as they joined another couple who were talking football.
Not surprisingly football was the main topic and after a while Stella went off to find the bathroom.
As she came out, she heard two of the girls talking, one of them sounding like Annual.
“…and that dress? It looks like it came from Asda!” It was followed by laughter. Stella pinned herself to the wall feeling mortified. Then Aunula said. ‘When he said he had a new girlfriend, I thought it would be someone more glamourous….”
Stella let out a whimper and knew she had been heard when they suddenly stopped talking.
The other girl Julia looked mortified as Stella emerged. Annula looked smug and Stella felt sick. She ran straight passed them and out of the front door. This was a mistake.