Confessions of a Fat Girl 33: The Christmas Party

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December 11th, 2009

D-day finally rolled by today.

It also coincided with the last day of school for my kids, and also their Carol Service. So, I couldn’t make it to the gym. However, both my boys made me so proud with their awesome interpretations of the roles they had in the festivities. I am a very proud mama indeed!

As soon as we got home in the afternoon, I went to get my hair done, and got home in time to meet my makeup artist. Yes oh! I wasn’t playing games at all!

And it all payed off in the end! By the time we were set to leave the house for the Christmas party, I looked the best I have ever done in years!

As if the look on JJ’s face, when he saw me, wasn’t wonderful enough, there was almost a collective gasp when we walked into the venue of the party. The compliments were just flying. Even people I didn’t know had something wonderful to say. Thankfully, nobody made any mention of the fiasco that was my last attendance of their party, 4 years ago, but I could tell that they were all probably thinking it. Their boss’s fat wife, who had made a right fool of herself in a too-tight dress, was now looking the business!

It’s amazing what self-confidence, combined with a bit of alcohol, can do to you. Very soon, I was dancing and laughing, and having more fun than I could ever have imagined! It could have been a perfect night…

But my intuition had to kick in, and ruin everything.

As the evening progressed, I noticed a light skinned lady in a figure hugging red dress, circling the party. From the authority with which she spoke to the vendors, and the familiarity with which she related with the staff, I could tell that she was probably in the organizing committee. More than a few times, I saw her eyes wander towards JJ and I, and, at first, I thought she was trying to make sure her boss was noticing her hard work. But I didn’t think too much of it.

And then, I had taken a quick toilet break, only to get back to find her in my chair, leaning into my husband, and giggling. I felt the hairs on the back of my back stand.

From the genuine smile JJ gave me, I could tell that he wasn’t guilty of anything, and appeared oblivious of the fact that this woman had been shamelessly flirting with him. But from the way she looked at me, even beneath the big fake smile she gave, the hard look in her eyes communicated to me that she wasn’t at all pleased by my intrusion.

“Ah! There you are!” JJ said, taking my hand. “Onyinye, this is my lovely wife. The love of my life for over 20 years!” I couldn’t have been more satisfied with this introduction, and I smiled smugly at her, as he continued “Baby, this is Onyinye…the General Manager I told you we hired a few months ago.”

Ah, yes! I could remember him mentioning something like that. But, for some reason, I had thought it was some little post NYSC-type girl, and not this voluptuous vixen.

“I’m very pleased to meet you!” she said, extending a hand, adorned with immaculately manicured nails. “You look amazing! That picture on your husband’s desk does you no justice! You looked so much fatter!”

Fatter?! Bigger would have been a more politically correct way to put it, Barbie doll!

Whilst JJ proudly shared with her how I had recently lost over 20kg, both of us women knew what was really going on. That had been heavy shade, and we both knew it.

“Very nice meeting you, Onyeka!” I said, flashing her a fake smile of my own, and sliding into the seat she arose from.

“Onyinye” she corrected.

“Yes, yes.” I nodded dismissively “If you would be so kind to fetch us a bottle of wine, that would be wonderful!”

She glared at me momentarily, before quickly replacing the look with yet another fake smile. I knew she could tell that it had been me putting her in her place.

“Coming right up!” she had said, before walking away, swaying her hips as she did.

Still with a smile on my face, I had leaned into my husband and whispered “As soon as you resume in the New Year, you’re firing her.”

JJ had looked at me in shock “What?!” he exclaimed, a bit too loudly “Why?!”

I turned and looked him square in the eyes.

Why?? You really need me to tell you why??!” I asked, keeping my voice low, and with the smile still on my face. “You want 2001 all over again?!”

  1. The worst year of our lives!

That was the year JJ and I had almost ended our marriage. That was the year that everything had almost come crashing down. That was the year that my husband had betrayed me.

And the betrayal had been Ashiedu…

 

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Catch up on Ihunna’s story here:

  1. Confessions of a Fat Girl 1: Grubbido
  2. Confessions of a Fat Girl 2: Fragile
  3. Confessions of a Fat Girl 3: Defiant
  4. Confessions of a Fat Girl 4: Progress
  5. Confessions of a Fat Girl 5: The Gym
  6. Confessions of a Fat Girl 6: Killjoy
  7. Confessions of a Fat Girl 7: Pain
  8. Confessions of a Fat Girl 8: Frenemies
  9. Confessions of a Fat Girl 9: Exhilarated
  10. Confessions of a Fat Girl 10: Popcorn
  11. Confessions of a Fat Girl 11: Free-fall
  12. Confessions of a Fat Girl 12: Sunday Morning
  13. Confessions of a Fat Girl 13: Mission Reactivated
  14. Confessions of a Fat Girl 14: New Things
  15. Confessions of a Fat Girl 15: Bad Business
  16. Confessions of a Fat Girl 16: Luxury Items
  17. Confessions of a Fat Girl 17: The Solution
  18. Confessions of a Fat Girl 18: Magic Formula
  19. Confessions of a Fat Girl 19: Date Night
  20. Confessions of a Fat Girl 20: Quinoa
  21. Confessions of a Fat Girl 21: Perfect Fit
  22. Confessions of a Fat Girl 22: Keeping In Touch
  23. Confessions of a Fat Girl 23: Delete
  24. Confessions of a Fat Girl 24: Philosophical
  25. Confessions of a Fat Girl 25: Keep it Moving
  26. Confessions of a Fat Girl 26: My Co-Wife
  27. Confessions of a Fat Girl 27: Old Jeans & Old Friends
  28. Confessions of a Fat Girl 28: Prawn Stir Fry
  29. Confessions of a Fat Girl 29: Facebook Tagging
  30. Confessions of a Fat Girl 30: Detox Part 2
  31. Confessions of a Fat Girl 31: Abs & Crunches
  32. Confessions of a Fat Girl 32: Making Notes

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