I thought the worst thing Nathan had done was leave me.<\/p>\n
I was wrong.<\/p>\n
The day I learned that, I had seventeen dollars in my checking account and a carton of milk in my hand.<\/p>\n
I stood in the dairy aisle of a Chicago grocery store, trying to decide whether I could afford to take it home.<\/p>\n
I was five months pregnant.<\/p>\n
My name was Claire Hayes, and I was twenty-seven years old.<\/p>\n
Those were the facts I could say out loud without feeling embarrassed.<\/p>\n
The rest was harder.<\/p>\n
I had once been engaged to a man who could buy nearly anything he wanted.<\/p>\n
Now I was standing beneath fluorescent lights, adding prices in my head.<\/p>\n
Milk.<\/p>\n
Bread.<\/p>\n
Prenatal vitamins.<\/p>\n
The vitamins mattered most.<\/p>\n
I had already returned the eggs to their shelf because the total was getting too high.<\/p>\n
I remember standing there for a moment after putting them back.<\/p>\n
It seemed like such a small decision.<\/p>\n
Nobody else in that store would have noticed.<\/p>\n
But I noticed.<\/p>\n
I noticed every little thing I had started doing since my life fell apart.<\/p>\n
Checking prices twice.<\/p>\n
Putting things back.<\/p>\n
Pretending I wasn't hungry when I was really just frightened of spending money.<\/p>\n
I looked at the milk again.<\/p>\n
I needed it.<\/p>\n
That was what I told myself.<\/p>\n
Then I looked down at my stomach.<\/p>\n
My baby needed me to make sensible decisions.<\/p>\n
That thought usually helped.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, it made me feel worse.<\/p>\n
I wasn't asking for an easy life.<\/p>\n
I just wanted to reach the end of one ordinary day without being reminded of everything I had lost.<\/p>\n
I lowered the milk into my basket.<\/p>\n
And then I heard his voice.<\/p>\n
"Claire. Is that really you?"<\/p>\n
My hand stopped on the basket handle.<\/p>\n
I knew that voice.<\/p>\n
I had once waited to hear it every evening.<\/p>\n
I had once believed it belonged to the man I would spend my life with.<\/p>\n
Nathan.<\/p>\n
For a few seconds, I kept looking at the milk.<\/p>\n
I hoped he might continue walking.<\/p>\n
I hoped he might realize I didn't want a conversation.<\/p>\n
But Nathan had never been particularly good at leaving something alone when he knew it made me uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
"Well, this is unexpected."<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
He stood several feet away in a jacket that probably cost more than everything in my kitchen.<\/p>\n
His hair was neatly styled.<\/p>\n
His shoes looked new.<\/p>\n
And he wore that familiar expression I used to find charming.<\/p>\n
The little smile that suggested he already knew how the conversation would end.<\/p>\n
There was a woman beside him.<\/p>\n
His new fianc\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
I recognized her immediately.<\/p>\n
She was the woman he had been involved with while he and I were still planning our wedding.<\/p>\n
I looked at her face first.<\/p>\n
Then at her left hand.<\/p>\n
The diamond caught the light when she shifted her shopping bag.<\/p>\n
I knew that style of ring.<\/p>\n
Nathan had given me something almost identical.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I remembered looking at my own ring and believing it meant something permanent.<\/p>\n
I had been proud to wear it.<\/p>\n
Looking back, that pride embarrassed me more than I liked to admit.<\/p>\n
Nathan's eyes moved down my body.<\/p>\n
They stopped at my stomach.<\/p>\n
He made a small noise, almost a laugh.<\/p>\n
"You look different."<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
He tilted his head.<\/p>\n
"Quite a bit different, actually."<\/p>\n
His fianc\u00e9e looked at my belly.<\/p>\n
Then she smiled.<\/p>\n
Not the kind of smile people give a pregnant woman.<\/p>\n
The kind they give when they are pleased to see someone else struggling.<\/p>\n
I tightened my grip on the basket.<\/p>\n
"Hello, Nathan."<\/p>\n
He glanced at the things inside.<\/p>\n
"Shopping for yourself?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"That's all?"<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
There wasn't much there.<\/p>\n
I wished I had chosen a different store.<\/p>\n
A different aisle.<\/p>\n
A different time.<\/p>\n
"I need to finish shopping."<\/p>\n
I moved the basket toward the opening between them.<\/p>\n
Nathan didn't move.<\/p>\n
Instead, he looked me over again.<\/p>\n
"I barely recognized you."<\/p>\n
His fianc\u00e9e gave a short laugh.<\/p>\n
I felt my face getting warm.<\/p>\n
There had been a time when Nathan could make me feel beautiful with one sentence.<\/p>\n
Apparently, he could still make me feel small just as quickly.<\/p>\n
I tried again.<\/p>\n
"Could you let me pass?"<\/p>\n
He ignored the question.<\/p>\n
"How far along are you?"<\/p>\n
"Five months."<\/p>\n
His eyebrows rose.<\/p>\n
"Already?"<\/p>\n
I didn't answer.<\/p>\n
I had spent enough time explaining myself to Nathan when we were together.<\/p>\n
I wasn't going to begin doing it again in the grocery store.<\/p>\n
His fianc\u00e9e touched his arm.<\/p>\n
"Don't be mean."<\/p>\n
For one foolish second, I thought she might actually be asking him to stop.<\/p>\n
Then she added, "She probably has enough to worry about."<\/p>\n
They laughed together.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the end of the aisle.<\/p>\n
A woman with a shopping cart had slowed down.<\/p>\n
She glanced at us and then pretended to examine something on a shelf.<\/p>\n
I knew she could hear.<\/p>\n
That made everything worse.<\/p>\n
Nathan noticed her too.<\/p>\n
He always liked an audience.<\/p>\n
When we were engaged, I had called it confidence.<\/p>\n
I had told myself he was simply comfortable around people.<\/p>\n
I had even admired him for it.<\/p>\n
Now I understood how much of that confidence came from knowing he had the money to embarrass someone without worrying about the consequences.<\/p>\n
He looked at my basket again.<\/p>\n
"Are things really that bad?"<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
"I'm managing."<\/p>\n
"Doesn't look like it."<\/p>\n
His fianc\u00e9e leaned slightly closer.<\/p>\n
"Maybe she's just being careful."<\/p>\n
Her voice was sweet.<\/p>\n
Too sweet.<\/p>\n
Nathan laughed.<\/p>\n
"Claire was never very good at knowing when to ask for help."<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
He had said those words before.<\/p>\n
When we were together, he used to tell me I was stubborn.<\/p>\n
Sometimes he meant it affectionately.<\/p>\n
Other times he said it when I disagreed with him.<\/p>\n
I had spent too long trying to tell the difference.<\/p>\n
I looked down at my basket.<\/p>\n
Milk.<\/p>\n
A few basic groceries.<\/p>\n
Nothing expensive.<\/p>\n
Nothing I should have been ashamed of buying.<\/p>\n
Still, I wanted to hide it.<\/p>\n
That was when Nathan reached into his jacket.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I thought he was getting his phone.<\/p>\n
Instead, he pulled out his wallet.<\/p>\n
He opened it slowly.<\/p>\n
There were several large bills inside.<\/p>\n
He took out a handful of hundreds.<\/p>\n
I watched the money between his fingers.<\/p>\n
I hated that I watched it.<\/p>\n
I hated that a small part of me immediately started calculating what it could pay for.<\/p>\n
Groceries.<\/p>\n
Vitamins.<\/p>\n
Things I had been putting off.<\/p>\n
Nathan saw my eyes move.<\/p>\n
Of course he did.<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
"Here."<\/p>\n
He held the bills toward me.<\/p>\n
"Get yourself a proper meal."<\/p>\n
I stared at his hand.<\/p>\n
He moved the money a little closer.<\/p>\n
"And buy something useful for the baby while you're at it."<\/p>\n
I didn't reach for it.<\/p>\n
He looked toward his fianc\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
"See? This is what I mean."<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
"Some people would be grateful."<\/p>\n
The woman with the shopping cart had stopped completely.<\/p>\n
Another shopper stood a little farther down the aisle.<\/p>\n
I heard the faint sound of a phone being moved.<\/p>\n
When I glanced sideways, I saw someone holding one up.<\/p>\n
The camera was pointed in our direction.<\/p>\n
I felt a cold sensation in my stomach.<\/p>\n
Not pain.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
There was already enough of my life that I couldn't control.<\/p>\n
I didn't want this moment recorded.<\/p>\n
I didn't want strangers watching me stand in front of the man who had betrayed me while he offered me money like I was something he had found on the sidewalk.<\/p>\n
Nathan extended his hand again.<\/p>\n
"Take it, Claire."<\/p>\n
I looked at the bills.<\/p>\n
Then at his face.<\/p>\n
I remembered how easily he had once promised to take care of me.<\/p>\n
I remembered believing that meant he would stand beside me.<\/p>\n
Not above me.<\/p>\n
And certainly not in front of an audience, waiting for me to admit I needed him.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
The word came out quietly.<\/p>\n
Nathan blinked.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"I don't want your money."<\/p>\n
His smile grew thinner.<\/p>\n
"Don't be ridiculous."<\/p>\n
"I'm serious."<\/p>\n
He glanced at my basket again.<\/p>\n
"You're carrying practically nothing."<\/p>\n
"I know what I'm carrying."<\/p>\n
His fianc\u00e9e laughed.<\/p>\n
"Being independent must be exhausting when you can't pay for anything."<\/p>\n
I looked at her ring.<\/p>\n
I couldn't help it.<\/p>\n
The diamond looked almost exactly like mine had.<\/p>\n
There was a time when I would have been hurt simply by seeing it.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, I felt something different.<\/p>\n
I felt tired.<\/p>\n
Tired of Nathan.<\/p>\n
Tired of being reminded that he had replaced me.<\/p>\n
Tired of having to explain why losing him didn't mean I had lost the right to be treated with respect.<\/p>\n
I adjusted the basket against my hip.<\/p>\n
"Enjoy your afternoon."<\/p>\n
I stepped to the side.<\/p>\n
Nathan moved with me.<\/p>\n
He was still holding the bills.<\/p>\n
"Come on, Claire. Don't act like I'm insulting you."<\/p>\n
I looked at his hand.<\/p>\n
"You could put that away."<\/p>\n
"I'm trying to help."<\/p>\n
"No. You're trying to make sure everyone sees you offering."<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
Only slightly.<\/p>\n
But I recognized it.<\/p>\n
I had seen it whenever I said something he couldn't easily dismiss.<\/p>\n
He didn't like being understood.<\/p>\n
His fianc\u00e9e folded her arms.<\/p>\n
"That's a pretty rude way to respond to generosity."<\/p>\n
I felt the baby shift faintly inside me.<\/p>\n
I placed my free hand over my stomach.<\/p>\n
It was becoming a habit.<\/p>\n
When I was worried, my hand went there before I even thought about it.<\/p>\n
Nathan noticed.<\/p>\n
His gaze settled on my belly again.<\/p>\n
Then he asked the question I had been hoping he wouldn't ask.<\/p>\n
"So where's the father?"<\/p>\n
I kept my face still.<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
"What happened? Did he leave?"<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
"Somebody must have promised you a nice life."<\/p>\n
I looked directly at him.<\/p>\n
"That isn't your business."<\/p>\n
His fianc\u00e9e made a small sound of amusement.<\/p>\n
Nathan continued as if I hadn't spoken.<\/p>\n
"And now you're here, trying to stretch a few dollars."<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
"That sounds familiar."<\/p>\n
I felt my throat tighten.<\/p>\n
Not because his words were clever.<\/p>\n
They weren't.<\/p>\n
But because he knew enough about my life to make each one hurt.<\/p>\n
He knew what I had once believed.<\/p>\n
He knew what I had given up when I trusted him.<\/p>\n
And now he was standing in front of people who knew nothing about me, enjoying the chance to make me look foolish.<\/p>\n
I glanced toward the shopper with the phone.<\/p>\n
She was still recording.<\/p>\n
I wanted to ask her to stop.<\/p>\n
Instead, I looked back at Nathan.<\/p>\n
"Please move."<\/p>\n
He didn't.<\/p>\n
He lifted the bills slightly.<\/p>\n
"Last chance."<\/p>\n
I looked at the money one final time.<\/p>\n
Seventeen dollars.<\/p>\n
That number was still in my head.<\/p>\n
I knew exactly how much those bills could change the next few days.<\/p>\n
But I knew something else.<\/p>\n
Nathan wouldn't have forgotten giving them to me.<\/p>\n
He would have reminded me.<\/p>\n
Again and again.<\/p>\n
He would have told people how generous he had been.<\/p>\n
And every time I disagreed with him afterward, he would have pointed back to that afternoon.<\/p>\n
As if buying groceries gave him the right to own my gratitude forever.<\/p>\n
I took a slow breath.<\/p>\n
Then I said, "Keep it."<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
I shifted my basket into my other hand.<\/p>\n
The plastic handle pressed against my fingers.<\/p>\n
I was frightened.<\/p>\n
I was embarrassed.<\/p>\n
But I was still standing.<\/p>\n
And for the first time since Nathan had walked into the aisle, I stopped trying to make him comfortable.<\/p>\n
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