The months that followed were enlightening. In little time at all, he began to treat me differently.
“You should see the people at these executive mixers,” he said on one occasion, adjusting his expensive tie in the mirror.
“I would if you let me join you,” I replied stiffly.
James laughed. “You’d stick out like a sore thumb at the country club! No offense, babe, but it’s not the place for someone on your budget. Besides, it’s not really your scene anymore. You wouldn’t know what to talk about.”
I smiled and nodded, watching him become increasingly insufferable. The breaking point came when he announced he’d be attending an important networking event.
“The CEO is hosting a private mixer at that new restaurant in town everyone’s been talking about…” he paused, glancing over at me with a frown. “But I guess you probably haven’t heard of it considering your social circle.”
“Are you kidding me?” I said. “I’m not living under a rock, James. When is this event? I’d love to go. I heard the chef has an amazing reputation.”
