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I forgave him, but I also made it clear that I wouldn’t tolerate that attitude ever again.
I had the bill to prove it.
I showed him the total one evening, just so he’d know how much it would cost him if he ever decided our car belonged to him again.
Now, when I grab the keys, he doesn’t say a thing.
He doesn’t keep track.
He doesn’t try to charge me for gas, wear, or time.
Because we’re not roommates splitting bills, or business partners balancing accounts.
We’re married.
And that means something.
If you could give one piece of advice to anyone in this story, what would it be?
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