I always sing when I’m cleaning but today Tom came home early from work and heard me. He said, “Who do you think you are? I’m embarrassed for you. You really think you’re something that you’re not.” I was so embarrassed and ashamed and I felt so judged by him.
When we were first together, we went to his uncle’s birthday party and everyone was singing along. That night, I sang with his uncles who were playing the guitar. He wasn’t embarrassed by me then, instead he started chanting, “My girl. My girl” as if he was actually really proud of me although I do remember overhearing his aunt saying, “Typical Tom, finding a way to make this about him.” Now he just thinks I’m trying to be something that I’m not. He’s destroying any shred of confidence I have left, slowly but surely, day by day.