He’d grab my stomach, jiggle it, laugh.
“Wow, it’s still pretty big, huh?”
I slapped his hand away once. “Don’t do that. I just had a baby.”
“Relax,” he said. “I’m joking.”
The jokes didn’t stop.
He’d hover while I got dressed, watching my reflection instead of my face.
“Your thighs didn’t used to touch like that.”
“I just had a baby, Jake.”
“Look at my friends’ wives,” he said. “They bounced back. They actually care.”
The word embarrassed slipped out one night like it was nothing.
“I don’t want to be embarrassed going out with you.”
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