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"That's right, you were so selfish with your perfect life and your
perfect husband and your perfect baby that you forgot about your
friends who are still struggling to get a husband!" Dorothy said. She
was livid.
"Oh would you look at that it's time for me to go. I have a class to
get too." Margaret said coolly.
"But can't you stay?" I asked, and it sounded much more desperate
than I wanted it to be. "Sorry, college calls. Maybe next time?'' Joyce
offered, but I knew she didn't mean it.
The door slammed shut. How could have this have gone so awry?
All I wanted was to have a house party, and show my friends my new
house and my daughter. What's so wrong with being proud of my
husband? What's so wrong with being proud to be married? Why
couldn't my friends just be happy for me? Why did they have to make
me feel so small? I feel myself about to cry and I stop. I feel for the
necklace that my mother gave me and I try and remember what the
note said. Yes, I remember: Do not be afraid of who you are and do
not let anyone try and make you feel like your dreams are smaller than
their dreams. I might not win any competitions or be a movie star, but
I can be a good wife and a good mother. With that in mind, I cleaned
up the remaining food and put it in the refrigerator for leftovers. I then
got to work on dinner so that when Timothy came home tonight with
a brand new camera so that we could document Mary's childhood, I
was standing in the hall way with Mary in one arm and a glass in the
other feeling like I was finally home.
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