I took my girlfriend to a fancy dinner for our anniversary.

voice came, quiet but clear.

“What context makes that better?”

Everyone looked at her.

Even me.

She stepped forward, hands clasped in front of her.

“You looked at me all night like I should be grateful you let me sit here. You spoke to him like he was bothering you by asking for water. You made us move from the table he reserved, and then you tried to shame continue reading …