And so — another evening full of guests. The murmur of voices, the clinking of glasses, congratulations. He — at the center of attention, and I — beside him, like a pretty accessory. Everything was as usual… until his toast.

He stood up, raised his glass, and said:

— “Thanks to everyone who helped me succeed. Although, to be honest, I achieved everything by myself. Just me. And you, darling…” — he smirked and looked at me. — “I hope you finally realize it’s time to get a real job and stop living off me. Otherwise, someone might just take me away from the family while you sit at home watching your TV shows.”