why am i just the help when his friends visit?
so my husband has his buddies over every friday like clockwork. i cook, clean, pour their drinks, and run around making sure everyone’s taken care of. but i’m never supposed to sit down with them. one time i tried to join the couch and he gave me this look like 'really?' and whispered 'you can sit later.' later never comes. it’s not just annoying… it actually hurts. like i’m invisible or just part of the furniture. his friends don’t even say goodbye to me — they leave like i’m the maid. last week one of them said 'thanks for the food, man' — to my husband. i found an old photo from college where we’re laughing at a party, both in the middle of the group. feels like a totally different life. now i’m stuck in the kitchen refilling chips while they talk about trips i wasn’t invited on… i keep wondering — if he can treat me like staff in front of his friends, what else is he saying behind my back? and if this is normal for him… do we even have a marriage left? am i overreacting or is this a red flag i should’ve seen before?