He shook his head.
« You always make everything look easy. »
« I’m fine, » I said. « I can handle an old car another year. »
He laughed softly.
« Of course you can. »
That was Daniel.
Even after 11 years of marriage, he still acted like my compliments were kindness instead of truth.
If I told him he looked handsome, he’d say, « You’re legally required to say that. »
If I said I loved his smile, he’d ask whether I needed glasses.
Eventually, I stopped arguing.