DEAR ERIC: My husband of more than 20 years gives me slipper socks with grippy soles. I hate them! We live in a hot climate, so I have little use for them. They filled up my sock drawer and they retraumatize me every time I touch them.

I threw them away and they came back. He gave me five more pairs at Christmas. I kept these for animal first aid.

I cannot be cool about these socks. They remind me of the horrible time I had in the hospital having emergency surgery. My husband couldn’t even manage to hug me or talk with me before my surgery. The socks are synthetic so I cannot even use them to polish the furniture.

I’m trying very hard to be graceful and grateful for any gift from my husband, but I want to throw these at him. He knows darn well I dislike them but has given them repeatedl

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