Your husband’s dearest pair of ‘country casual’ shoes were both a blessing and a nuisance. Mostly a nuisance. They hardly went with anything. He wore them whenever and wherever he could— to the store, to the movies, and even to the small garden you both owned.

So when it came down to having dinner with your boss, some boundaries were bound to be brought up.

“Phil, I love you… but I’m not sure if those really match with your tux,” you say reluctantly, looking down at Phillip’s feet.