He would chide her for the way she ate every meal. She would force a smile with each critique, force the chewy dinner down her throat and imagine the day she'd get her revenge and cheer at his agony. Revealing nothing of her thoughts as he remarked on her poor taste in clothes, and how fat she looked.
Until the morning he announced he was bringing home a fellow from work and insisted she must cook something nice. So, she put on a smile, spent the day preening herself to his preference. When the fellow from work came, she greeted him with warmth.
He snapped his fingers and demanded dinner. She nodded and brought out a platter topped with a silver dome. With a flourish she lifted the lid and silently cheered as he screamed. The fellow from work fell from his chair, knocking over the platter. She watched with grim satisfaction at the chaos she caused as the two men fled from the home.