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352 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published May 1, 2007
Losing my virginity hadn’t made me a woman, but almost losing my husband had. He could have died.
There are days I weep with gratitude that he didn’t. And then, there are days I wish he had.
“A thousand poets could write for a thousand years,” he whispered, “and none of them would ever be able to describe how I feel about you.”
Just because Joe and I never touched didn’t mean we weren’t having an affair. I knew it. I didn’t want to stop it. Frankly, I couldn’t stop it. The first Friday of every month, our lunches, his stories and the relief they gave me were a bright and shining thing in the otherwise gray palette of my existence.
I dissolved on the bathroom floor, giving in to magnificent and overpowering grief. I loved my husband but wanted to fuck another man. I wanted it so much it tore me apart and knitted me together over and over.
“I thought I’d always be able to take care of you, Sadie. That you’d always need me more than I needed you. And now, you go out every day and live a life I have no part of, and I…I don’t know how you can not need me, anymore.”
“I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.”
It takes work and compromise to keep even an untested marriage strong, and ours was anything but untested.
To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.
Marriages fail all the time from lesser disruptions than the unexpected disability of a spouse. It takes work and compromise to keep even an untested marriage strong, and ours was anything but untested.This story is about a coupe, Sadie and Adam, who's marriage has been put to the test. It's like someone above got bored and decided to play a cruel joke on them. It's also about a man, Joe, who wants to be accepted for who he is. Who doesn't talk a lot but wants to be heard.
“I’d been content to circle him the way the earth revolves around the sun, dependent on him to lead me. What happens when the weaker becomes the stronger?”
“Poor Joe,” I whisper. “They all want you but none of them know you.”
“I wished I had someone to talk to. It was difficult to mourn losing something I wasn’t supposed to have.”
That the emotional infidelity was as real as if I’d gone to bed with him, and perhaps worse because merely sating a physical need was one thing but the inevitability of what was happening was something else, entirely.
When did the fear go away, when would I stop longing, when would I cease wanting something that was wrong?
“It’s just easier to keep doing the same thing. Play the same part, that’s all.”
It’s easier to keep being what you are, even if the only person who expects you to be it is yourself.
I should be ashamed of asking Rachael to give me some of the condoms she was so proud of displaying when I knew I meant to use them to seduce her boyfriend. But when you’re mad, bad and dangerously in love many things seem excusable that normally wouldn’t.
He could have died. There are days I weep with gratitude that he didn’t. And then, there are days I wish he had.
the mental infidelity was as real as if I’d gone to bed with him, and perhaps worse because merely sating a physical need was one thing but the inevitability of what was happening was something else, entirely.
Just because Joe and I never touched didn’t mean we weren’t having an affair. I knew it. I didn’t want to stop it.
I came, but alone, and at the last minute it wasn’t Adam’s face I saw between my legs, but Joe’s.
It’s easy to learn who your real friends are after an accident like Adam’s. There were those who visited, and those who didn’t. Most did not, and those who had in the beginning no longer did as often.
“And I think you’re being a judgmental bitch,” said Joe.
If he’d asked me, I could have told him the truth, all of it. He didn’t ask, and so I didn’t tell.
I HATED SASSY. I wanted to rip out every single blue hair from her head.
Adam was not a beautiful man. His features were too bold and asymmetrical for beauty, his eyes deep-set and nose crooked from an old break. But his hair was beautiful, the color of autumn, all deep browns and bits of red, and rare, gleaming strands of gold.
I was superwife. He needed everything done for him. It was a job, a duty. A role, and I did it without complaint.I was there because it was my job as his wife to know what was going on with his health.
I didn’t want to see Adam when I got home, but there was no real choice in that, either.
“Quit trying to make it all about you. I’m so fucking tired of you trying to make this about you.”
the new start with Adam had left me not needing Joe’s stories.
“I’m glad to have my life back, too,”
Right and wrong, good and bad, the lines are blurred when it comes to matters of the heart. Anyone who has never felt that has no right to judge, and anyone who ever has won’t have to.