Sometimes, I take for granted how much my husband puts up with.
Indeed, that might be the understatement of the year. If my beloved is reading this, he’s probably done a spit take all over his computer while sputtering, “YOU THINK?”
My poor, maligned love. He puts up with a lot. From me. And during the holidays, from his in-laws, too. Which I argue is his fault.
I mean, I was born into them. I had no choice. He walked right into this situation, mostly sober. THE FOOL.