I didn’t call Norman right away. At the time, I told myself I wanted to enjoy the moment alone. Looking back, I think some part of me already knew. Because he became the one hurdle standing between me and my dream job.
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That evening, I waited until we were seated at the table, with no television or phones. I wanted him to hear me clearly.
“They offered me a senior job at a clinic,” I said. “They want me to run the entire place.”
Norman froze. “You turned it down, right?”
He became the one hurdle standing between me and my dream job.
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I laughed, soft and surprised. “Why would I do that?”
His expression hardened. “That’s not a woman’s job. And you won’t be able to handle it, anyway. You’re so stupid, you know that.”
The word hit harder than anything a male colleague had ever said to me. I was shocked.
“What did you just call me?”
“You heard me. You think wearing a white coat makes you special.”
Norman had always acted as if my work didn’t matter, but hearing him say it out loud hurt.
“You’re so stupid, you know that.”
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I felt the defiance rise to the surface before I even had the chance to acknowledge it.
“I accepted,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my chest felt tight. “You know how hard I worked for this. I just have some of their documents to read via email, and then I’ll sign.”
Norman’s face flushed red. He slammed his fist on the table, rattling the plates.
“Don’t you understand a woman’s main job is to stay home and serve her husband? I allowed you to work, but don’t push it!”
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