My face is a mess, people are staring.
What did she do?
Who’s she been fighting with?
Was it her husband?
She looks so rough.
She must have deserved it.
But I didn’t, I did nothing wrong. I didn’t get into a fight, I didn’t even get a chance to defend myself. I was pushed from behind, hitting the road face first resulting in this. She carried on running after she pushed me and disappeared.
I was in Magaluf so the police there didn’t want to know. It’s what happens when Brits go out drinking, they said. I must have been drunk, I must have been fighting. We’re all the same.
But I wasn’t, I was on holiday with my family ranging from ages between 70 & 17. Yes we went to Magaluf for the party reputation, we wanted somewhere we could have fun, go out drinking together, somewhere lively that everyone would enjoy. To have a laugh together.
What we didn’t want was to be involved in something like this. For people to tut and stare, to take a second look and shake their heads at me.
I feel guilty for looking like this, I feel guilty that people might think my amazing husband could have done this. I feel guilty walking my son to nursery with people judging me.
I shouldn’t feel the guilt of being attacked, yet I do, because what kind of animal does this for no reason?