He nodded, eyes not quite meeting mine.
His silence spoke volumes.
Before that evening, my days were a whirlwind of activity.
Early mornings, rushing to my office job, deadlines looming.
Accidental friendships blossomed over shared coffee breaks.
At night, we shared brief updates, juggling the chaos of family life.
But the power dynamics were always there, subtle yet present.
His family leaned heavily on his income, his presence.
My role felt malleable, subject to their traditional values.
Slowly, the suggestions to reduce hours turned into demands.
I scaled back, eventually handing in my resignation.
The phone, once a lifeline to the outside world, grew silent.
Now, a parent-teacher meeting awaited, and I would attend alone.
The meeting wasn’t just about schedules or lesson plans.
It was a reflection of how much I had lost, how much I had given up.
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