“You are just my colleague!” That’s what she said. For me, working in my office is not just a place where I worked. I spend most of my days with my co-workers, and I realize I don’t even spend that much time with my husband day by day. So for me, my office is my second home, my co-workers are my sister and brother and I actually care for them. However, after what she said, that sentence running probably a thousand times in my head, especially because it happen directly to me, not by phone. My memory took me over and over. I know I sound very naïve. But I’m hurt and I go back to my cocoon . I am back there again. Not socializing, protecting myself, with all I have, my tummy hurt every day, and it did actually hurt physically. This is worse than a broken heart.