During a peaceful day of target shooting in the woods, I snapped a photo behind a log with my rifle and a white cowboy hat nearby, sending it to my husband. Expecting praise, I was stunned when he texted, “Whose hat is that?” Confused, I said it was mine, but
he insisted it resembled one my ex-boyfriend wore, implying I was holding onto the past. Despite my explanations that I grabbed it randomly, he spiraled, seeing it as a betrayal. The innocent photo shattered our trust, turning a casual moment into a painful misunderstanding.
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