I froze. “What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. Then my husband sent me a photo—and my blood ran cold. It was the same man who had been staring at me. The one I had just tried to get away from.I told my husband the truth: his boss had been creeping me out. He stared at me the entire ride without saying a word, and it felt threatening. But instead of being concerned for how I felt, my husband brushed it off. “He’s just awkward,” he said. “He probably didn’t mean anything by it.”
Then came the kicker:I’ve been working toward a promotion for months,” he added. “This isn’t the time to offend him. Just go back, say hi, and smooth things over. He’s probably still near the station or walking to the office.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I told him I’m not going to play nice with someone who made me feel unsafe. I’m not going to smile and pretend everything’s fine just so he can impress his boss.
Then I hung up.