I was 8 weeks pregnant. I sat in her office and gushed about how happy I was. She gushed about how excited she was for me, and about how great the company had been for her during and after her recent pregnancy. We laughed about how awful our HR department was and how she couldn't wait for me to take it over some day. She was impressed with my plan for being able to afford maternity leave. For over an hour we giggled with excitement, teared up with happiness, and brainstormed about the future. I knew she was on my side and happy for me. 4 days later, she pulled me into the office of the COO (who is a cocksucker by the way, but that's a different issue in and of itself) and fucking fired me. She used the lame excuse that some worthless sales person refused to work with me, and I knew about it but refused to change. 10 months earlier I had gotten written up because I caused a problem with this particular sales person and he got his panties twisted so I got in trouble. I changed, I put on my "I'm so happy to be here and you are always right" face and sucked it up. 1 month before I was fired, I was given a raise and told that there had been no complaints about me, even from that sales person. But somehow, 4 days after I told my boss I was pregnant, those problems resurfaced. I was furious. I have never been so angry in my life. The things I considered unleashing on that company and those people make me sick to think about now. The amount of stress that situation caused me could have cost my child his life. It did cause serious complications in my pregnancy, and had something gone terribly wrong I would have immediately placed the blame on the 2 people in that office that day. Thankfully my son is healthy, so redemption is no longer something I dream about. I don't think about those people unless someone else brings it up, and when that happens I immediately switch my brain off. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to have this much hate. I don't want the stress to come back.
I should forgive her. When I worked for her I liked her most of the time, so I should forgive her and move on. But why should I offer forgiveness to someone who has never asked for it? She doesn't care that she caused my family so much heartache that we almost couldn't bounce back, so why should I give her the respect of forgiveness? Maybe when more time passes I will forgive because I have forgotten, but today is not that day. I feel so betrayed. Betrayed by someone I thought cared about me and my family. But mostly betrayed by intuition. I usually know what people I can trust and which ones I need to be careful of. I thought I could trust her, and I couldn't, so now I have lost faith in my ability to read people. Betrayal is not so easy to forgive for, but hopefully someday I am capable of that.
*This post has been edited to add this: Charming Husband is taking me out for lunch and ice cream, all is forgiven there.