“Really that’s what you’re wearing” the voice was low and soft yet each word felt as if boiling wax was dipping down my spine.

“W-what’s up with it” I tried to pull my T-shirt down more to make it less revealing hoping that, that was the problem like the night before. Nonetheless I tried keeping my voice quiet and kind trying to not sound like I’m questioning him, not wanting to deal with that argument again.

“It’s just…wrong” his voice harsh emphasised by the scowl on his face “like I know you’ve put on weight and stopped working out but come on you can try to look nicer I shouldn’t have to go out with my mates with my boyfriend looking homeless, how’s that gonna make me look” his brow furrows and scowl deepening.

“Oh…yeah sorry babe I didn’t think of that” I hid the hurt in my voice, whenever we go out my body is never right, my clothes are always wrong. But maybe he’s right I mean if I don’t look good enough it will make him look bad and his reputation is important maybe I should just put up with it.

“What would you prefer me to wear” I prayed that he’d just tell me so I didn’t have to keep worrying about wether I’ve picked the right clothes. The sigh he let out felt like hot steam burning my skin.

“For fuck sake…I’ve had a long day at work like I know you’re only a mechanic but you shouldn’t be that stupid, like do I really need to pick your clothes out too” the tone was harsh and sharp.

“ no you’re right I’m sorry it won’t happen again” I kept my voice down and went back to the bedroom to change

“It better not you’re already unless enough without being unable to pick your own clothes” his voice carried up the stairs making every step ten times harder. I return downstairs to him after changing my clothes hoping that this will at last be good enough to make him happy, though I know deep down that nothing I do will ever make him happy.

“This okay” I try to smile as I speak hoping that everything will go okay.

“It’ll have to do” his voice sounding less irritated and his scowl lessening. He turns and starts walking out the door, I mentally brace myself for a night of backhanded compliments and criticisms but maybe tonight will be different.