This past weekend, my husband and I celebrated three years of marriage, but our plans were almost thwarted. As I stood in the kitchen stuffing my face with a sufganiyot donut for a snack before we left to run our last bit of errands, I heard my husband grunt. It was more of a growl. Like an animal in pain. He did not howl nor scream. He's as tough as the nails he hammers every day at work, but that growl was loud enough for me to hear it through our closed front door, the living room, and ...
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