She swallowed.
“One Sunday, your father wanted to take me to dinner with his coworkers. I’d been awake almost all night. I hadn’t washed my hair, and my dress wasn’t ironed.”
Margaret looked directly into Mike’s eyes.
“He stood in our bedroom doorway and told me, ‘I’m ashamed to be seen with you.’”
I felt my stomach drop.
Those were almost the exact words Mike had said to me.
“I cried in the bathroom,” Margaret continued. “Then I put on makeup, dressed nicely, and smiled through dinner as if nothing had happened.”
“Mom, I didn’t know,” Mike whispered.
“Of course you didn’t. I made sure you never knew how unhappy I was.”
She paused.
“Your father eventually changed. He apologized and became a better husband. But do you know what I regretted most?”
Mike shook his head.
“That I stayed silent for so long. I let him believe his words didn’t matter.”