Three months after giving birth to our third son, my husband said he was too embarrassed by my weight to take me to his 20-year reunion. Instead, he hired a younger actress to pretend to be his wife. He thought everyone would envy him—until his own father walked through those doors.
I sat in the rocking chair with my newborn pressed against my chest.
My back aching from the weight I carried during the pregnancy and the weight I still carried after.
Three boys under the age of six.
A body that had given everything.
The front door opened downstairs.
I tensed before Charles even called my name.
“Where are you?”
“Upstairs, with the baby,” I answered.
His footsteps were heavy on the staircase.
He stopped in the doorway, looked me over once, and let out a long, theatrical sigh.
“Have you even looked in the mirror lately?”
I pulled the baby a little closer. “Charles, please. Not tonight.”
“I’m just being honest. Someone has to be.”
“I gave birth eleven weeks ago.”
“And? My mother had four kids and never let herself go like this.”
I swallowed the lump rising in my throat. “The doctor said my hips are still healing. I can’t even walk up the stairs without pain.”
“Excuses. You always have an excuse.”
He walked past me to the closet, pulled out a fresh shirt, and started changing.
“Charles, I just need a little time. I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
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Later, I served him reheated pasta because the twins had refused to eat anything else for dinner.
He poked at it with his fork.
“This is what we’re eating?”
“The boys were difficult tonight.”
“Everything is difficult with you lately.”
I sat across from him and folded my hands in my lap. “I was thinking… maybe we could start going for walks together.”
He laughed. “My God, no. I’m embarrassed to be seen with, well, with someone like you.”
The words landed exactly where he aimed them.
I stared down at my plate so he wouldn’t see my eyes fill.
“I used to be the woman you bragged about,” I whispered.
“Used to be,” he muttered. “That’s the key phrase.”
I nodded slowly, because there was nothing left to say that wouldn’t break me in front of him.
I wish I’d known then exactly how far he was willing to go to humiliate me.
“I used to be the woman you bragged about,”
That night, lying beside a man who turned his back to me in our own bed, I told myself the same thing I always did.
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