Inside, conversations were lively over fine wine and delectable food, and the atmosphere was exciting. I felt much more insecure when I tried to interact since I could feel people looking at me. I was beginning to worry that things would not go as planned for the evening.
Tim and I were alone in the center of the crowd when he bent down and exclaimed, “Oh, God, look at their wives,” which totally unsettled me. They don’t seem to have the same influence as you do, do they? It was three months ago when you gave birth. How come you can’t just look like them?
His words cut deep, leaving me stunned by the unexpected violence. With tears in my eyes, I excused myself and hurried to the bathroom’s shelter. I couldn’t help but cry behind the locked door because I felt too guilty and deceived to stop myself.
When I considered his comments again, I felt both hurt and incensed. Why did he say that? I had questions because I felt that the person who was supposed to be my strongest ally had completely betrayed me.
Just as I thought I had some control back, Mr. Harrison, Tim’s supervisor, walked right up to me. With a disturbed expression, he asked softly, “Claire, may I speak with you for a moment?” I nodded, shaken by the incident, as he talked in a soft voice.
