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Originally Posted by artemis-within
H is mad at me for not believing the insurance agent. Why can't I trust her he says. Because we could lose our home if she is wrong and he causes an accident. He says i have trust issues. **** him. I ask how he can be so cavalier about the possible risk. Why can't i ever just be happy. Damn.
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Hey, now. Being worried because you might lose your house is not bad. I fact, he should be worried, too. Agents are wrong sometimes. What if he DID crash and you lost your house? That would not be on you. It has nothing to do with having trust issues! Men. Sometimes they don't understand. (But I guess they say that about women, so...)
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