“No,” he said. “That shiny pink one.”
She had on a sapphire cotton blouse, pretty but less revealing. “I’d rather wear this. Don’t you like it? It’s sleeveless.”
He stared into the modest cleavage the cotton allowed from her ample bosom, shaking his head. “Come on, honey.”
“I’ve worn that one five times in a row. I’m tired of it.”
“This is special. Will hasn’t seen it. He’ll be there tonight.”
She knew her curves had attracted him first. She didn’t think she was beautiful, but in close-fitting clothes with her long hair loose, men thought so. She’d bought the rose-colored silk for him. Wearing it for his friends to gawk at, did nothing for her. It seemed to take something away, had begun to make her feel cheap.
“Hurry up. We’re gonna be late.”
She went to their bedroom and changed into the delicate bias-cut silk that skimmed her curves just so, barely clearing the edge of her bra.
As she returned to the living room, he sighed. “Yeah. That’s it.”
She waved her hand to catch his eyes. “When can something be my way?”
“Marriage is give and take, honey. Let’s not be selfish.”
“Right. So I shouldn’t always be giving in.”
“There you go… You’re pulling this crap again when it’s time to leave? Our friends are waiting on us and you’re having a tantrum?”
She stared at the wall behind him, hating the ‘splitting up’ feeling that was creeping again. It seemed right, but shattered its way through her body without mercy. Leaving would end what was good and begin the aloneness that felt like atmosphere ripping before her with every move. Navigating all that jagged space before they’d met, had almost split her in two.
She reached for her jacket and purse, letting herself slip into the thought of trying once more, another day. She walked past him to the door and out to the car. He was getting his way. She knew he’d follow.
I wrote this for the Trifecta Writing Challenge. The prompt was, a specific definition of the word “cheap.”