"Enough. It's just a suit!" Brendan waved me off. "Cindy starts her new job tomorrow. A decent outfit would help her make a good impression on her colleagues. How can you not see what actually matters here?"
"What actually matters?" I repeated the words slowly.
"You're telling me my father's birthday gala is less important than her job?"
"Debbie, will you stop twisting everything?" Brendan could barely keep the irritation off his face. "You have a closet full of clothes and you're fixated on this one? I'm begging you, just give it a rest. Stop stirring up drama."
"Please, Debbie, I'm begging you, stop fighting with Brendan!"
Cindy wept like a willow in a rainstorm. "You don't care how exhausted he is, but I do. Do you have any idea how draining it is for him to run a company that size every single day?"
"As his wife, you're not gentle, you're not supportive, and you can't even give him children. You are the definition of a failed woman!"
"And yet someone like you still has Brendan's love. What more could you possibly want?"
Brendan looked genuinely moved, as if he'd finally found someone who truly understood him. "Cindy..."