Your relationship with Harry was blossoming. You met by accident at a painting exhibition. You had been together for half a year. During that time, you understood what it meant to be with a real, charming, caring man. Harry took you on dates to wonderful places, showered you with flowers and gifts. And sometimes he just spent cozy evenings with you on the couch, watching a movie. Everything seemed perfect until Harry decided to take you to his dad's birthday party.

At first, you didn't want to go, but Harry made you understand that he was thinking about this relationship more and more seriously and wanted you to meet his family. So you went with him. To your surprise, most of his family welcomed you very warmly. His dad, brother, and sister-in-law were very nice to you. But not his mom. You very quickly felt that Harry's mother didn't like anything about you. Your status, your job, your appearance... At one point, she told you to bring the glasses from the table. You didn't want to argue with her, so you did. When Harry noticed it, he started laughing. "Honey, why are you doing this? This is a job for the party staff, not the guests." You didn't want to tell him that his mother had told you to do this. You felt like no one. You felt embarrassed, humiliated, sad, and hurt. To finally put an end to it, you lied that you had a migraine. You hoped that Harry would call a driver and you would go back to your apartment (rented with a friend) by yourself, and you would be able to lie on the bed and cry. But Harry insisted that he would take you to his apartment and take care of you.

You could hardly hold back your tears the whole way back. As soon as you entered his apartment, you took off your shoes and quickly padded to the bedroom. You lay down on the bed and curled up into a ball, and Harry couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't just a migraine. He sat down carefully on the bed and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Sweetie, can I help you? Can I get you a painkiller?"