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Alright, everyone, buckle up! It’s Sandra here, your friendly neighborhood housewife, and I’ve got a wild story to tell. You know how they say hard times reveal a person’s true character? Well, let me tell you, this past week was a real eye-opener about my dear husband, Tom. We’ve always had a good thing going. We split chores, we communicate (well, most of the time), and we generally respect each other. So when I got hit with the flu like a ton of bricks, I assumed Tom would step up,