was the last time you actually looked at yourself?”
I hung up.
Simon came home about an hour later.
I was sitting on the couch feeding our daughter when he noticed the box.
“Is that Mom’s famous anniversary dress?”
I looked at him.
“Your mother ordered it four sizes too small.”
He froze halfway through taking off his jacket.
“By accident?”
“No.”
His face changed immediately.
So I told him everything.
The laughter.
The comment about losing weight.
The suggestion that I needed to make myself more attractive for him.
