"Who's fault was it?"

"I'm not going to answer that here," I replied.

We were at our 10-year class reunion. After growing up together, most of us hadn't seen each other in a decade. I honestly wasn't surprised for him to be so direct in public. I've known him since we were 14, and that was how we were. I'd had too much to drink, and he was trying for the second time to find out more about my divorce.

"I just care about you and want to understand what happened," he said.

"I don't know. As a business owner, I want to take all the blame. It was all my fault. But it was a partnership, so we were both at fault."

"What happened, Hallie? Just tell me."

"I'm not going to talk about this here. It doesn't matter. It's horribly sad, and it didn't work out. That's all I can say."

Are people asking because they actually do care?

Or because they want to know.

Does it actually benefit me to tell them?

Or is it just for them?

You start to learn the difference after awhile.

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