
I Took Our Old Couch to the Dump, but My Husband Freaked Out, Yelling, “You Threw Away the Plan?!”
When Tom saw the empty space in our living room, he froze. His eyes went wide, and his face turned pale.“Please tell me you didn’t…” he whispered. But it was already too late. I had begged him for months to get rid of that old, nasty couch.“Tom,” I’d say, “when are you going to toss that thing? It’s falling apart!” Every time, he’d mumble the same thing without even looking up from his phone.“Tomorrow.”Or sometimes, “Next weekend. I promise.” But tomorrow never came. So last Saturday, I’d had enough. That