Silent endurance
It took all of my resolve to ignore Sandra’s teasing. In the hopes that he would notice and step in, I concentrated on my fiancé. Rather, he ignored the tension and carried on talking to his brothers. The comment that followed called my cosmetics “obviously cheap.” I inhaled deeply, resolved not to be broken by her remarks. I felt small and alone as the laughing around the table increased in volume. I could sense my poise faltering, but I clung to it.
Silent Endurance
Bathroom escape
The insults continued as the evening wore on. I excused myself to take a break since I was becoming impatient. “Oh my god, isn’t that dress a bit too tight for you?” Sandra’s voice pierced the room as I got to my feet. I was hurt by the remark and hurried to the restroom, tears running down my cheeks. I was overcome with melancholy as I leaned against the sink, and it took me several minutes to catch my breath and wipe my eyes.
Bathroom Escape
