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I am sorry about my singing.

But why such a buzzkill says am I the asshole for being a downer at my husband's grad celebration?

My 30s female husband 30s male is graduating college.

His class decided to go out to celebrate with drinks after their exams. He said significant

others weren't invited. I had a routine checkup with my primary just before the celebration started

and she found a lump on my breast.

I'm young, but I have a history of breast cancer on my mum's side. My aunt died before the age of

35 from it. She wanted me to get a biopsy that day and referred me to the correct place.

It was going to be a few hours before they could see me as they were doing her a favour, and it was obviously short notice.

I was a crying mess, so my husband reluctantly agreed for me to come wait with him at the bar for my appointment time.

I got to the bar, introductions were made, and although I was quite scared, I felt I was nice to everyone and as talkative as I could be. I left my

husband at the bar with his classmates and went for the biopsy, followed by a mammogram.

It was terrifying, but my doctor was great and a nurse held my hand through it all. When I got

home, my husband was pissed at me. Apparently I offended his classmates because I was standoffish and rude to them,

and in their words, just an overall downer that brought down the mood of the celebration.

He said I embarrassed him and he regretted having me join them.

I now feel like I ruined his day to celebrate with his friends

and maybe should have just kept the situation to myself,

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