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I knew he would.
Even though I told him many times before he left, please don’t buy me anything —
and then twice again, over text.
The first time, he was in the Gucci store in Rome. Since he wasn’t believing or hearing my words, I tried another way. “That’s so kind, but honestly, I really don’t like Gucci and loafers are hard to wear with the kids.” (I do like Gucci and loafers but that’s beside the point).
“I know he is going to buy me something,” I told two women at the park after school.
I’d texted them on Wednesday, asking if they wanted to grab dinner and let the kids play. It’s not that it makes it easier and we barely can get full sentences out, but it breaks the cycle.
“I’d love my husband to buy me Gucci loafers,” one said.
“No you wouldn’t.”
The other one is nodding.
“They think we’re like our mothers. Like a bag will fix it,” she says.
I want to explain more but a stabbing pain crosses my abdomen. The antibiotic wasn’t working, or the UTI has traveled to my kidneys. One of them notes the color drain from my face. I tell them I need to leave. I want to cry, but will not do that for I’m worried I might not be able to stop.
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