During this time, my husband continues to revel in his egotistical sleep. In this moment, I detest him. There is no other solution: I scream as though I’m having a nightmare. He wakes up with a jump. I stammer in a falsely sleepy voice that I’m sorry, just a bad dream, and turn back to my side of the bed. I hope my husband can’t fall back asleep and that his insomnia will leave him the time necessary to reflect on his betrayal. It’s important that he ask himself: How could he have reduced his own wife to the rank of a vulgar clementine? Why not a banana?
I cant stop laughing
