Tonight I tried to hang out and engage in spite of my fears.
"How did your family celebrate Halloween?"
A totally natural question, but I didn't quite see it coming, didn't have the quickness to laugh and just deflect it.
The too long pause, the awkward laugh. Feeling like I gave away my big story.
"We didn't really do Halloween."
And they are kind people and so they politely moved the conversation along and pretended to take no notice.
Sometime I would like to take a break from wearing that big story. It is heavy.