They gave you a nice bonus at work, give it to me, I’ll spend it on myself,» declared the unemployed husband.
My husband looked at me with childlike directness, and I barely held back from slapping him across the face. All this time, my nerves had been stretched to the limit and finally snapped. When I was in college, my classmates and I often went to a small cozy bar where live music played on Fridays. […]
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