Just after dinner. I thanked my husband for a little piece of chocolate.
I drive my husband up the wall because I am always thanking him for things he feels I should take for granted. I can’t help myself. I was taught, to be polite, that you thanked someone when they did something nice for you.
However, I don’t bother with getting bent out of shape when I don’t get thanks from other people. After nearly 30 years, I’ve come to expect that most people weren’t raised the way I was.
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