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. kAmxV> ECJ:?8 G6CJ 92C5 E@ 36 8C2467F= 2?5 8C2E67F= 7@C 2?J 8:7E 7C@> >J 9FD32?5[ 3FE x H2?E E@ E9C@H E96D6 2E 9:>] w6 <?@HD 52C? H6== x 5:D=:<6 E96> 3FE 92D 8:G6? E96> E@ >6 C

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