I Was Tagged A Liar

I am someone who doesn't like being accused of something I didn't do. I think everyone doesn't like this, this is something I really do hate with passion.

I was still staying with my aunt at port Harcourt and I usually helped with her with her kids and house chores, which was a norm, well most times I was always tired to my bone at the end of the day, because there was always a lot of things to do at home, since she's also a caterer.

One day she had a job outside rivers state, we were to travel to Bayelsa state for a job, so I was to come along with her to help her take care of her daughter, we got there late and the vehicle had to offload a lot of thing, and I had to help out while carrying the baby on my back, it was late by the time we were done with offloading stuff. We then were asked to stay in a room but my aunt left to attend to other things so it was just me and the daughter. And It was already late ,the room we were in was a big one I loved it because it was downstairs, after a while the owner of the event came inside the room and asked that I moved our things somewhere else, without giving us another place to stay,which was impossible, though I managed and took some things back to my aunt's car and I was left with just the baby bag, and there I sat gist with some friends and taking care of the baby.

When one of my aunts girls came and asked why I wasn't in the room, I told her what the woman had said and told her I had moved the rest of the thing to the car, she didn't say anything and she left then my aunt came running in and was furious yo what her little girl was outside by this time, I told her same thing, just then the owner of the house and also the event, came and she denied ever asking me to leave the room, and I was like what?and I tried to defend myself but was slapped by the woman in the process, I cried because I wasn't allowed to defend myself, I was called names by her even my aunt just stood there looking, maybe she thought I was the one who lied, I was called a liar and everyone was just looking at me, it was as if I didn't hear what she had told me, she later sad she asked me to can be room because she was going to give that particular room to another guest, which she didn't tell me about. I just stood there and cried while everyone pointed fingers at me.

I felt bad and I was just moody throughout the event. It lasted for a week. That day she accused me of being a liar, I felt withdrawn. I kept asking myself if I didn't hear correctly or was it possible she didn't remember she didn't tell me what she told other people. I kept on thinking about this till eventually even my aunt used it to abuse me again when we got home,

I was sad for weeks. I couldn't do things I usually did with joy.I was just angry at everyone, no one believed me because I was the younger person and so they believed the older woman. I was resentful towards her , and anytime it was mentioned that we go over to her place, I wasn't always happy to hear it or see her, she never apologized, nobody did.

This is my responses to to hive learners post, week64 edition3

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