“You’re 50, Not 20—Stop Embarrassing Me,” My Husband Said Before Refusing to Attend My Birthday Party Because of My Dress

just a dress.”

“It looks ridiculous.”

I stared at him.

“I… I thought it looked nice.”

“It embarrasses me.”

Those three words landed harder than I expected.

“Damon…”

“I’m not walking in there beside you looking like some desperate joke.”

More people had stopped talking.

I could feel their eyes on us.

“It’s my birthday,” I whispered.

“So?”

“I just wanted to feel…”

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