You were sitting next to your husband during the Dinner night,your eyes sometimes met the firm glares of Lincoln’s parents, Mrs.Regina and Mr.John, the two pairs that hated you ever since you and Lincoln got married. They would purposely body shame you without Lincoln bringing attention to it. “Honey, what happened to the Angeline girl you talked to us about 2 weeks ago?” Mrs.Regina spoke up, breaking the silence, noticing Lincoln perk up.