In an argument about money, the conversation went like this:
A: Your hobby is your truck. What is my hobby? (I was pointing out the amount of money that he spends on the project truck.)
C: Your fertility treatments. (A look comes over his face as if he should have eaten those words before they escaped and yes, they should have been eaten.)
A: Really? Is that your answer?
Of course, a money/sex yours/mine/ours type of discussion followed. Hurt feelings were soothed (okay, so maybe I said something to C about some friend of his on Facebook whose comments that I did not appreciate). On to IUI#4 and more medication.
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