I sat at the table, feeling my heart beating faster and faster. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/e5d94f/620x0/1/0/2024/11/03/ucdmjv8ojvguonfhozpkus5ftpvtjz32r51eqwml.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (149,153,141,1)" > < p > It was supposed to be an ordinary family dinner. Marek's first meeting with Marek's parents. I was hoping they would like me. That they accept.

< p > but now, looking at his father's face, I knew that something was wrong.

< p > — Repetition & rz & mdash; He said in a cold tone.

< p > I swallowed.

< p > — My parents & Hellip; They don't have much money — I admitted quietly. & Amp; MDASH; I grew up in modest conditions.

< p > there was silence.

< p > His mother's eyes, and Marek squeezed my hand under the table. But his father ? looked at me as if I had just admitted some terrible crime.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; Marek, we can talk ? — he asked sharply, ignoring my presence.

< p > — Dad, not now & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; m & oacute; j fiance looked at him pleadingly.

< p > — Now — interrupted him raw.

< p > I watched them go to the other room. I felt something was wrong. I didn't have to wait long.

< p > After a few minutes Marek Wr & Amp; Oacute; His face was pale and his eyes stuck into the floor.

< p > — What's going on ? — I asked quietly.

< p > — On & hellip; He thinks it doesn't make sense & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; stammered.

< p > — Which doesn't make sense ? — my heart went to my throat.

< p > — Our wedding. Our future. He said & Hellip; that I am not stupid and I should not be associated with someone who does not bring anything to my family.

< p > I put my nails in my hand.

< p > — So that's ? because I'm from a poor family, I don't deserve you ?

< p > Marek shook his head.

< p > — No, it's not like that & Hellip; I love you, but & hellip;

< p > I froze.

< p > ale.

< p > that word told me everything.

< p > I looked at him and suddenly I knew that I would never be enough. That they will always look at me with g & oacute; ry. That I will always be nobody for them.

< p > I got up slowly.

< p > — In that case, I will not disturb you — I said quietly, feeling tears burning under my eyelids.

< p > — Please, not r & oacute; b this & hellip; & Amp; MDASH; whispered Marek.

< p > but I already knew.

< p > I had nothing to look for here.

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Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116