Who is it hurting?

Yesterday we went to the library. I started throwing books in that bag like it was my day job. We walked over to the self checkout and I began to unload my loot. Cue scene:
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Snarky hubs- “Why so many books? That’s too many.”
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Me annoyed- “Why do you care? Who is it hurting?”
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Daughter bumps towering stack and approximately 24 hard cover kids books plummet to the ground, like brick bullets wreaking havoc on my left foot.
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I stuff the pain scream and hobble behind a bookcase, unsure if I’m going to pass out or throw up. Once the storm has passed a few minutes later, I limp back to the counter to reunite myself with civilization… Only to find my husband with a smirk on his face as he says, “You’ve got to admit that was funny. Who is it hurting?–And then you get hurt.”
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I struggle not to release all the wrath in the world on him as I pass by.
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“Too soon?” he says.
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Ignoring him, I drag my assuredly broken foot across the room, up two flights of stairs and start to make my way though the last stretch of room to the exit. I look up, hubs is seemingly still pleased with the irony.
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Me *rolls eyes*- “Okay fine, give me your camera. I’ll probably want to post this later.”

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