On my birthday, my husband gave me a shower gel.
We didn’t have any financial issues, so I was really offended even though I didn’t show him.
I made sure his business was doing well and that we had enough cash on hand for him to get me at least a bunch of flowers.
He was aware that I detested that scent after I took a close look at the gel. I eventually broke down in tears and flushed the gel down the toilet.
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