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 retraumatized me every time I touched them. I threw them away and they came back.

He gave me five more pairs at Christmas. They can’t be worn with shoes or out in public. They are synthetic so I cannot even use them to polish the furniture. I kept them 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.

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

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