I was starting to get very irritated. I sat back and huffed in my chair as I continued to listen to this deceitful story my husband was telling. I looked around at all of our friends and they were really, seriously enjoying this. The buffoonery made me die inside! Although I will admit, my husband has the best poker face ever mimicked, but the words coming out of this mans mouth is unbelievable. I sat up to take a sip of my drink. "It was incredible! He said the deal was pretty much mine if I want it! I said well, I'll move in tomorrow!" My husband, Christopher explained. Everyone burst into laughter like it was a Kevin Hart joke. "He did not say that, Chris." I chimed in, fed with the bullshit. Silence immediately fell. He looked at me and I knew instantly knew that that was a mistake. "What?" He asked as he looked directly into my eyes. I remained silent. "What did he say, then, Eliza?" I gained my composer as I looked away from him and onto the floor. I was going to back down once again, but I was tired of his shit. "He said you still had to interview like everyone else." "Yeah, but he also didn't treat everyone else like me, now did he?" He grabbed my hand. " No, I suppose he didn't, babe." I backed down. One of our friends interrupted our bickering. "Well, that's amazing! I'm sure you'll get hired on the spot! I mean, come on, you're a multi-millionaire with a self-made business owner, of course he'll get the job, Eliza!" Everyone agreed. "Oh!" My best friend Keri said excitedly. "How was your vacation in Aruba?!" she asked me and Chris. "It was so peaceful. If I could have stayed I would. We really enjoyed ourselves, didn't we, baby?" He asked me with a smile. We did! I was so beautiful out there. But all his work calls made him really busy, so we couldnt do too much. But overall it was amazing." Keri asked, sounding surprised, " you were out there for two weeks and all you did was work, Christapher? Are you crazy?!" My husband picked up his drink and took a sip. I knew once again I had fucked up. I tried to save it this time. "No, I just meant we couldn't do as much as we would have liked to." Keri's house phone rang before she could say anything else. She rushed to get it. Everyone created their own little conversation, while my husband created ours. He slid close to me and put his hand around my waist. He squeezed my side with all his might and I winced quietly in pain. He sneakily whispered in my ear. "If you ever pull some shit like this again while we are around them, your're in for one rude fucking awakening when we walk through those Cherrywood doors, do you understand me?" He gripped my side even harder and I winced even more. "Ahh, yes!" I said as quietly as I could. "Good. Now if you say something else wrong you're ass is gonna be sorry. Okay? Matter of fact, don't say shit else while we are here. Don't speak unless your ass is spoken to!" He gripped me a little harder then let go with force. I sat completely still for seconds. After I processed what had just happened, I gained my composer. I sat back in my seat and clutched my drink. As conversations passed I casually laughed and answered questions I was asked, but I mostly drifted off. And just like my husband said, I didn't speak. I was so tired of being controlled. I was so tired of being humiliated. I had lost my voice in this relationship. My hip was aching. My husband had bruised my body, and this wasn't the first time.
