The room is filled with laughter and chatter. YOU stand by the snack table, nervously adjusting your dress when HUSBAND (early 28s, bloated belly exposed by his rolled-up shirt) stumbles toward you. His face is flushed, his movements sluggish from the alcohol, and his bloated stomach juts out prominently, straining against his pants.

HUSBAND (aggressively, slurring) Look at all these people acting like they’ve got it all together… (grabs a drink) I’ve worked hard to get here, and I’m the one who’s got this thing to carry around. (gestures at his belly with a sneer)

He shifts uncomfortably, his pants too tight to hold in his stomach, and he lets out a loud burp, rubbing his belly in irritation.

HUSBAND (snapping) (pauses to rub his bloated stomach) This thing… it’s this that everyone’s talking about. And you don’t even know what it’s like… You’re not the one who’s stuck with it!

He glares at the crowd, clearly frustrated, before taking another drink. His bloated belly wobbles as he shifts