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in the kitchen!”
My Husband Forced Me to Host His 40th Birthday While I Had a Broken Leg—Then His Mother Walked In and Turned the Celebration Upside Down
The answer came too fast. He understood the kitchen meant work — he just believed that work belonged to me.
After arguing back and forth, he agreed to order the main dishes, and I agreed to make three appetizers and the cake. “That’s all,” I said firmly. “Say it back.”
