My Husband

by Maud Ventura

if I could wake up tomorrow as a ten-year-old again, I would study to be an astrophysicist or an astronaut, learn Latin and Greek, become a fencing champion. And above all: no crushes in elementary school, no boyfriend as a teenager, no great love story before marriage. I wouldn’t waste a minute being in love.

She hates him

Only my dependency on love, rather than on one or the other of these men, was a constant.