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Sandy spun toward me, her voice all sharp edges. "Kyle, I saw this designer bag today. Five grand. You're buying it for me, or you'll regret it."

"Have you lost it, Sandy?" At this point, I stopped accommodating her.

She wanted a divorce? Fine. I'd hand it to her gift-wrapped.

"Sandy," I said, "I already gave you a thousand bucks this month. Where am I supposed to find more? The company's barely hanging on. I could get laid off any day now. You really think I've got cash lying around for every shiny thing you see? What's wrong with the bag you already have? It's still perfectly fine"

It was the first time I'd ever raised my voice.

"Kyle, are you even a man? It's one bag. You can't afford it, or are you just too cheap?"

"Because I can't afford it!" I snapped. "Do you have any idea how hard I work? I'm out there busting my back every day while you sit here doing nothing. Can't you, just once, try to understand what I'm dealing with?"

I was done holding back.

Sandy laughed coldly.
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