Infidelity Quotes
Cheating and lying aren't struggles, they're reasons to break up.
I used to loathe ambivalence now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.
The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.
They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks if I ever decide to have my soul surgically removed.
Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.
I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self.
He announces that lately he keeps losing things. "Like your wife and child, " I want to say, but don´t. At fourty, I´ve learned not to say everything clever, not to score every point.
How do you know? How best to ensure his nervous breakdown?" I ask."Keep going, " Christian says. "Just go on as if nothing has happened. We all hate that.
God is great and God is good, " Lisa says. "But where are the Apache attack helicopters when you need them?
Take me now, God!" I shout to the inky sky. "I´m ready.""You´re not ready. You´re not even divorced yet, " Bunny says. "You cannot die married to that man.
How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding, " I say. "It´s Normandy out there.
How could you do that to me?" I repeat. I don´t have to itemize. He knows what I speak of.Eventually N produces three answers, in this
I review what I know once again, confronting the monolith now alien and almost unconnected to me: my marriage.
I know my vision is impaired and cannot be trusted with even the simplest tasks, much less dating. Not that I´ve come within talon distance of a man.
I feel incendiary, a wildfire. My spirit licks at the gates of a very elaborate, customized, and distracting emotional Hades.
It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.
For me, it´s sloth, " I say. "Hedonistic sloth and escapism.
It sounds like love just sort of happens, whether you want it to or not, whether you’re married or not.
Why did God make women so beautiful and man with such a loving heart?
The only people that can't handle the truth are those that suffer so much anxiety that they will live in denial, in order to prevent their illusion from being destroyed and feeling more anxiety.
Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.
A heart can stop beating for a while, one can still live.
I know one thing about men, " Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to.
He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path.
I am going insane. Yes. That is what´s happening. Good. Insane.
Bushwhacked, I examine my hands. Same hands. Rings still there but no longer valid.
I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: "Oh My God Oh My God.
I travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to not go mad, not assume I made a suicidal and well-informed error in marrying this man.
I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear.
The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.
I want to own this transition, not to simply swallow the shame of it entire. I will push for every little irony.
This people know where their husbands are. I would like to vomit. I would like to vomit my soul out.
Irrationally, I think, Will You Marry Me? Four words. I Want a Divorce. Four words. I would like time to count the letters as well, but there is not time.
They ought to do away with divorce settlements. Instead, both parties should flip a coin. The winner gets to stay where he or she is and keep everything. The loser goes to Paraguay. That´s it.
The real genesis is forbidden to me, vis-à-vis N´s inability to confess even the mildest transgressions.
(On getting married at 19) We told ourselves we had forever and we never looked back. The problem was that we never really looked ahead.
Conversely, I though humiliation would be everything, but it´s such a nothing.
Men (who cheat) do not cheat because they are dogs. They are (regarded as) dogs because they cheat.
But that slip of paper wouldn't disappear, ever, and neither would the image of his prostrate wife, and neither would the thought that if he could, it might greatly improve his life to end it.
Stray cats are like two-timing men. He got tired of you and took off. He doesn't find anyone new? He'll come slinking back. By then, if you're smart, you'll have decided you're better without him.
If all of her was not enough for him, then let him have none of her and seek what he needed elsewhere.
