
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 the living room, his face turned white. “Please tell me you didn’t…” he started, but I could already tell—he knew exactly what I had done. For months, I’d been begging Tom to get rid of that old, smelly couch. “Tom,” I’d say, “when are you taking this thing out? It’s falling apart!” He’d always wave me off without even looking up from his phone. “Tomorrow,” he’d mumble. Or, “Next weekend. I promise. For real this time.” But tomorrow never came. So last Saturday,