There was always the problem of making the final decision. She depended on him to help her more than he really liked. Everyday started with endless questions.
Did they want to go out to eat? What was she going to wear? How much perfume should a lady wear? Did the blouse need to be buttoned at the top? Did the dress make her look fat? Where at she put that red purse…the one with the black clasp?
He on the other hand knew exactly how he felt. No, it wasn’t the dress that made her look fat so she could stand to miss a meal or two. No they were not going out to eat so it didn’t matter if the blouse were unbuttoned or not. As for what she was going to wear, he had no opinion on that but would she please decide on her own. He hated the perfume that smelled like fly spray and the red purse both.
She was undecided and he came straight to the point. It cut her to the bone!