My husband ordered me a pair of pink boxing gloves. If that isn't a sign of love I don't know what is. When he does something that he admits I have every right to be angry about he let's me put in his gloves and hit on him for a while to get my anger out. I would never hit anyone except that I honestly think that he enjoys it. As long as I don't hit him anywhere that really hurts, I'm usually good about *those* areas but I do tend to get him in the back of the head which apparently hurts. I've broken my nails before using his gloves so he ordered me a pair of women's gloves so I don't risk hurting myself. I think he also wants me to go through his boxing routine with him at the gym. I feel so incredibly loved.
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