My husband, Zayn Garner, seemed to think our home was an open bar for his loud, obnoxious friends.Every other day, they showed up, filling the house with lingering stares that left my skin crawling.This time, I decided to put my foot down. “How about you take them out tonight? Go anywhere, spend as much as you want. I just—”I didn’t even finish before Zayn’s expression soured. “What now? They’re just here to chat. Why do you always have to make things awkward? If I take them out, they’ll think we’re looking down on them or have some grudge.”I stared at him, incredulous. “Chat? Is that what you call it? Bringing up my most humiliating moments, twisting them into jokes, and making everyone laugh at my expense? Have you ever once thought about how I feel?”Before Zayn could answer, his mother, Lucy piped up from the kitchen, where she was chopping up vegetables. “Oh, stop being so dramatic! Can’t you take a joke? You’re lucky we don’t call you out for being so spineless!”Her wo
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