In front of the guests, my husband mocked me and called me a fat cow:

In a moment, the room’s atmosphere shifted from warmth and camaraderie to icy tension. My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as I felt the weight of the guests’ eyes on me. For a few seconds, I sat frozen, grappling with the sting of my husband’s words. It wasn’t just the insult; it was the humiliation delivered with such casual ease that cut deepest.