Inattentive fiancé
Amid Sandra’s attacks, my fiancé remained engrossed in conversation with his brothers. His obliviousness irritated me, but I couldn’t afford to lose focus.
‘So, what do you think of the decoration?’ I asked Sandra, my voice steady. She sniffed, looking down her nose at me.
‘It’s alright, I suppose,’ she said dismissively. My fiancé laughed with his siblings, unaware or unwilling to acknowledge the tension at the table.
I realized I was on my own in this battle.