Instead, I pose a question. For Valentine's Day, one of the gifts I bought Joe was "Couple's Table Topics Game". It's a tiny box of cards with topics to discuss with your partner. A silly little thing but kinda fun.
The first question is "What one possession of your partner's would you most like to dispose of?". (Another question, by the way, is "What do you miss most about being single?". I'm thinking this product is sponsored by divorce lawyers.)
I didn't hesitate with my answer. The one possession of his I'd get rid of is long gone. Back before we were even married, he was working while I packed his dorm room to move from one building to another. This was the perfect opportunity for me to trash his orange, zebra-striped MC Hammer pants.
Oh, do NOT think I'm kidding about this. Also, the year was 1997. Not 1990. Also, no, he never wore them out in public during the time I knew him (1995). But I was terrified that for some reason he might, which is why they had to go. And go they did.
Joe followed suit with the clothing answer, saying he hated a pair of his blue plaid boxer shorts - that I wear for pajamas. I thought men liked it when we wear their boxers as shorts? No? He hasn't worn this particular pair in at least a decade so I guess I've been annoying him for ten years in an extra bonus way I didn't even know about?
So after dinner that night, I went upstairs and handed Joe the boxers in question. He didn't just toss them in the nearest trash. He actually walked them out to the dumpster in the garage.
It's amazing how this had apparently been bothering him for so many years and I was oblivious. If I'd known it would bring him such joy, I would've had him toss them long ago.
What item of your partner's, clothing or otherwise, would you like to toss? And what of yours do you think they'd like to heave?