“Sorry about that,” he said to David casually.
“She’s going through THE CHANGE. Menopause. Temperature issues.”
I froze!
The words hit harder than any slap. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole!
But David didn’t laugh. He just watched, blinked, and then looked away.
I sat down, heart hammering, pretending I hadn’t just been reduced to a punchline in my own home.
The rest of the night blurred.
I vaguely remember clearing plates, skipping dessert, and watching Rick boast about himself as if I didn’t exist — or was just part of the furniture.
Later, when the door closed behind David, Rick turned to me, practically glowing.
I went to bed without a word.
I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, feeling like a complete joke and a ghost in my own life.
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