The Emerging Writer Volume 1. | Page 6

You feel all wrong in a room full of young, sleek people who laugh too loud and talk too fast. Your cheeks glow red as you look at your husband, but he’s too busy holding the eye of the twenty year old temp from Human Resources. ‘Oh, my husband thought it wasn’t a good idea for me to keep working. It was just…logistics.’ ‘So it wasn’t your idea then?’ ‘Well no I, it’s not like that. We both thought it was a better idea if I took some time off. Focus my energy on other things.’ You repeat the words he told you a year ago after you lost the first one. ‘Really? Like what exactly?’ Her lip curls slightly. ‘Do you have a hobby of some sort?’ ‘Not exactly. I just…running the house takes up a lot of my time.’ When the words tumble out you know that they’re all wrong. Her eyebrows shoot up for a moment before her lips settle into a condescending smile. Before you can say anything his hand tightens on your arm in warning as he flashes a smile to the woman. ‘Sorry Karen, I see Bill from head office. We better say a quick hello before he gets to the bar. You know how he is.’ He laughs warmly as she waves him off, eyes unmoving from your heated face. ‘Come on honey. Let’s go.’ His overly cheerful voice belies his forceful grip which directs you to the small hallway near the bathroom. You feel the woman’s eyes on your back and can imagine her cruel laugh when she shares this with her equally cruel friends. How embarrassing. How pathetic.