Yesterday was my fifty-seventh birthday, and let me tell you, I’m loving this age! I know who I am, I’ve got nothing to prove, and I’m proud of every gray hair and wrinkle. But my husband, Mike, seems to think it’s hilarious to mock my age every chance he gets. Well, let me tell you about the disastrous turn my birthday party took when he publicly humiliated me.
I had meticulously planned my birthday celebration, decorating the house and picking out a new outfit. I was so excited to have all my friends over. But my joy quickly disappeared when Mike opened his big mouth. He started with the snide comments, questioning if I could “pull off” my outfit and suggesting I get checked out for dementia. It was like a knife to my heart.
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