On my birthday, my husband gave me a shower gel.
Since we had no financial difficulties, I felt deeply hurt, though I didn’t let it show.
I had always supported his business and ensured we had enough money for him to at least buy me a bouquet of flowers.
When I looked closely at the gel, I realized it had a scent I absolutely disliked, something he was well aware of. Eventually, I couldn’t hold back my emotions—I broke down in tears and flushed the gel down the toilet.
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