- 2.
Mark turned, looked me up and down, and the
first thing he said was, “Jen, you’re still too heavy.”
My smile froze, even the saleswoman seemed
uncomfortable.
“Your face is puffy, arms are thick, you have wide shoulders and a stocky waist… it doesn’t look good.”
Mark sighed, “Honestly, you don’t look like a
bride at all.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but everyone in the
shop could hear him.
All sorts of glances landed on me: pitying,
mocking, amused…
……
In that moment, I felt like an object being
scrutinized, not a person.
Tears welled up, my chest tightened.
I’d been working out every day, just like Mark
wanted, just to fit into this dress.
For three months; I’d barely eaten, lost twenty
pounds, all to look my best on our wedding
day.
Why was he doing this?
Maybe it was the hunger making me
emotional, or the devastating feeling of
shattered hopes.
Whatever it was after ten years I’d had
L
shattered hopes.
Whatever it was, after ten years, I’d had
enough.
I ripped off the veil and screamed at him, “If
you think I’m not good enough, then don’t
marry me!”
“That’s right, I don’t look like a bride, so the
wedding’s off!”
With Mark staring in shock, I took a deep
breath and finally said the words that had
been swirling in my mind for so long:
“Mark, we’re done. I’m breaking up with you.”
