The good old days

My wife is usually not one to complain, but she’s still limping and says her foot hurts.  She’s also covered with bruises from her fall, but won’t go see a doctor.  She doesn’t want to spend the money until she gets another job.  I figure she’s an adult and knows her own mind, but I can’t help worrying about her.

In the good old days I could make her go — after all, I’m the “man of the house”.  Yeah, I hear you snickering out there. Just wait until it’s your turn.

Women — what can you do?


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