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As a teenager, I was easily embarrassed, something Other Brother exploited with his constant teasing which of course he found hilariously funny.
I was also very naive and had the trendiest pair of rose coloured glasses imaginable.
Failed romances, being hurt, lied to etc soon put pay to that, and although sometimes I would feel the inevitable flush of self consciousness creep into my face, I would laugh it off.
In later years, I could hold my own and today I can blame that tell tale flush on my post cancer meds.
But on one particular day in 2002 I was embarrassed beyond belief and have never forgotten it, or forgiven them.
This was not something I did, but the behaviour and inappropriate dress of a family member at a special event. Their language was not befitting for the occasion, and I was not only embarrassed to know them, but ashamed because we were related.
Sadly, I was not the only one for whom the day was spoilt, and it was that which, to me, was unforgivable.