Fish and Chips

“You ate all the fish and chips? You know, boys don’t like big girls.” My grandfather’s words still echo in my head more than two decades later.

And for what it’s worth, grandfather was right—my boyfriend doesn’t like that I’m big. A big saver, a big talker, a big deal at work. I show up, and he somehow has to shrink. And when he shrinks, he thinks he should be able to hit me.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I have a big ole’ hook waiting for him.

In preparation, I eat every last bag of chips in the house.