Life is no fairy tale, perhaps we should be glad of that. Love is the worst. Especially for women.
My husband and I love each other. I don’t think he will ever leave me. Nor will he ever look at me with joyous desire—he doesn’t believe in it. Marriage is a contract to him, and he does his part. I am grateful for that. We work, we pay bills.
Life is no fairy tale, perhaps we should be glad…