Anger takes over
Standing in the bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Each of Sandra’s comments replayed in my mind, amplifying my anger.
What started as tears of sadness morphed into tears of fury. ‘Enough is enough,’ I muttered to myself, clenching my fists.
This was her birthday dinner, but I couldn’t endure another minute of her relentless mockery without pushing back.
I wiped my face clear and took a deep breath, ready to face them again.