Five years into my marriage, I was shopping with my husband, Theodore Sterling, when I suddenly heard his voice. [How much longer is she going to take? This is driving me crazy.] I froze. Theodore sat where he had been, head down, scrolling through his phone. His mouth never moved, yet I had clearly heard his voice. "Honey, does this look good on me?" Theodore looked up and gave me the briefest glance. "They all look good on you." [God, that's ugly. She spends all day at home cooking. What does she need so many clothes for?] The two voices rang out almost at the same time. I lowered my eyes and put the dress back. "We won't be taking it."
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