She explained the premise of her book: she hated her husband, and spent hours dreaming about his death. Not just his death: his funeral; the eulogy; flower arrangements; memorial service (including varied locations and menu options); and her subsequent re-entry into dating. She goes on to say that many, many women want their husbands dead and this is perfectly normal.
I beg to differ.
Yes, over the course of a lifetime and a marriage there are ups and downs. And, sure, nobody likes the toilet seat left up. But I will state for the record that if you are fantasizing about what you will wear to your perfectly healthy spouse's funeral something is very, very, very wrong.
She goes on to reassure her readers. If you hate your husband, she confides, and you wish he would have a heart attack or an aneurysm, you are not alone. This is the dark side of marriage, she whispers, that no one talks about.
So wishing pestilence and disease on your life partner and father of your child is just another womanly secret like waxing or slipping a few bucks into your girdle.
I don't think so.
If you are that unhappy, for the love of Christ, crack open a yellow pages and get yourself a divorce lawyer.
I am now officially sucked in. I need to read more. I need to understand how she ended up married to this guy in the first place, why they had a kid, what he could have possibly done to make her so unhappy, and how she (spoiler alert) fixed everything within four measly months.
I say a quick prayer to Saint Kindle and the 3G angels, and I click.
Completely forgetting that my kindle is connected to my husband's credit card.
Poor guy gets an e-mail saying his wife just downloaded Project: Happily Ever After: Saving Your Marriage When the Fairytale Falters.