
The Day the Spuds Spoke the Truth – (aka: A Casual Encounter at the Vegetable Section)
You know those moments when life delivers a truth bomb wrapped in clingfilm and small talk? Yeah. That was me, aisle four, picking up a bag of spuds when I bumped into Bully’s sister-in-law.
I expected a bit of weather chat, maybe a comment about how ‘you’re looking fierce well’ (we both knew I wasn’t). What I didn’t expect was a full-blown revelation about Patt – Bully’s own brother-in-law.
Apparently, Patt helped Bully for years. Work. Money. Support. You name it. And when Bully got too big for his steel-capped, power-hungry boots, he did what he does best, cut the cord and rewrote the past. Now Patt and Bully haven’t spoken in years.
I swear I stood there blinking at the carrots like they’d just called me naïve. Here I was thinking I was the problem. That somehow I’d earned the gaslighting, the passive-aggression and the ‘just trying to help’ sabotage. But turns out there’s a breadcrumb trail of betrayal behind Bully, and Patt’s just another name on the list.
So if you’re reading this and doubting your gut, don’t. Sometimes the clearest proof that it wasn’t you is hiding in plain sight… next to the parsnips.
Lesson of the Day:
If someone leaves a trail of broken relationships behind them, don’t waste your sanity trying to be the one exception. Betrayal isn’t personal, it’s just their pattern.
Trust the spuds. They never lie.

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