“Honey, don’t take it personally. She’s family. Just tolerate her a little, okay? Thanks for being so understanding. I’ll make you some chicken soup to cheer you up.”
As he rambled on, something clicked.
Why was it that, no matter what happened—even when it wasn’t my fault—I was always the one blamed?
Why was I always expected to be the bigger person, bear the burden, and keep the peace?
Looking at David now, I felt like a fool. How had I ever thought this man was someone I could count on?
After setting off the firecrackers, the New Year’s Eve dinner was served. A spread of meat and vegetarian dishes that looked so good it could have been straight out of a food magazine.
Since I was pregnant, I got hungry quickly. After a long day of traveling, I was starving. I kept my head down, focused on eating, and didn’t bother engaging much with the chatter around me.
But Cindy, of course, couldn’t let me enjoy even one moment of peace.