At 21 I never imagined being on the receiving end of cheating in marriage. I have since learned that the arc of karma is long, and it bends toward payback.
Our marriage breakdown after 30 years was bound to happen because our careers were going in opposite directions.
When my husband realized he had only a few months to live he told me he thought we should plan his death like a wedding because it was just as important.
I ask myself, why am I not also a writer of erotica of the sort people pay for, and read aloud to their partner between the sheets and sleep?
She blinked and teetered. I could see she realized something was wrong with her story, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.
I understood that there were rules a proper woman must follow to be socially accepted, and then I saw that being ladylike was just a game we played.
Where does a woman’s self-satisfaction come from if her main criteria for success in life is being half of a couple?