I always held on to the belief that maybe, this was all a front.
I wanted to believe that the vitriol and bitterness I had heard about was a façade.
I hoped beyond all hope that it would be at the very least civilised and at the fantastic end of the spectrum, friendly and with all past events put on ice.
I gave up going to a good friend’s wedding to be there.
For about 4 minutes we sat laughing and joking, before the fires sparked in the depths and I saw the anger rise, barely controlled.
Then I saw nothing except rage and bitterness.
Those 4 minutes were worth giving up the wedding for.