Anger takes over
I stood in the restroom and gazed at my image in the mirror. My rage increased as I relived every one of Sandra’s remarks. What had begun as tears of grief turned became tears of rage. I clenched my hands and whispered to myself, “Enough is enough.” I couldn’t stand another minute of her constant teasing without retaliating, even if this was her birthday meal. I cleared my face and inhaled deeply, prepared to confront them once more.
Anger Takes Over
Back to the table
I came back to the table determined. Sandra sat down, her eyebrows going up as though she felt something was off. She wasted no time returning to her nuanced assaults. “I notice you chose the chicken salad,” she said, glancing scornfully at my dish. Instead of pulling back this time, I lifted my chin in defiance. She was clearly surprised, but she didn’t back down. I was prepared to play the game when it started.
Back To The Table
