Otherwise Engaged, Suzanne Finnamore

I used to dream of being married to Michael, how ideal it would be. Both of us serenely independent yet madly in love, supporting our meteoric careers with a steady stream of great sex and European vacations. This is not going to happen, I realize, with a sudden weariness. We're going to be like everyone else, lucky to survive without one of us murdering the other, like the farmer in Oregon who killed his wife with a frozen squirrel.
Posted by supersusie at January 20, 2004 11:18 AM