Chapter 1
Where I was in my life
Set the scene. What was your life like then?
I would say that every quarter or so, we had a crisis, depending on how exhausted I was, my period that month, or the fact that I had built up too much rage and anger against him. My man has a ton of good sides. First, physically, he’s just awesome, at least in my eyes. Maybe I’m exaggerating, but to me, he has gorgeous hands and gorgeous toes. He knows how to make me laugh. I had relationships before him, but his smell is, to me, the most beautiful perfume in the world. It soothes me as much as it excites me. But unfortunately, he also has flaws that sometimes outweigh his qualities, and I would say his main flaw is his emotional immaturity. He’s a geek, so he’s very good at coding, building websites, and troubleshooting complex tech issues. But I still don’t understand how it’s possible that he knows nothing about women. I mean, about his woman. I don’t know if it’s a bad thing or a good thing, but for him, once we’re in a relationship, there’s no need to make any more effort, because we’re already in. Maybe I’m a big fan of Sex and the City, but I want the zsa zsa zsu, meaning the butterflies in my stomach. I want the little gestures proving that I still matter. I want the romance. I want him to think he has to do all these things because he could lose me. For him, all this stuff was too much. He was like, “But we’re married. We have a kid. So what, I have to woo you again? You’re already mine