We saw another house today, and this time the wife's accoutrements were in a tidy little pile of related items, in an open box on her side of the walk-in. I don't think my wife noticed me noticing, but I'm sure that when she saw it, she knew that I would notice, the effect of which was probably the same as had she actually noticed me noticing. But the bitterness now is not that I'm noticing another woman's intimates or wishing that my wife were so inclined, but that my interest in her is at an all-time low that not even a red lace push-up bra would raise.
Tonight I took my daughter to the Priesthood session. Afterwards, I took her for an impromptu oreo shake and greasy fries. It together time well-spent. When we got home late, my wife, who had some rice and green beans on the stove, asked my daughter if we'd gone out to eat. Upon hearing the affirmative response, she laid into her, at which I came into the room and told my wife not to take her anger out on our daughter, but instead on me, since it wasn't our daughter's choice or fault. "I'll take it out on whoever I please!!!" she shouted before bursting into tears and disappearing for the rest of the night.
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