- Mira Kirshenbaum
Most philanderers are good, kind people, she argues, who are seeking real happiness and love.
And my favorite:
"You could think of it as a radical but necessary medical procedure. If your marriage is in cardiac arrest, an affair can be a defibrillator."
Well of course I thought the UK, Then I read the author is American from Boston.
You can't make this stuff up.
One’s marriage really isn’t the point of an extramarital affair.
- Mira Kirshenbaum
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Imagine what a help she has been during that time.
Far better for married couples to go to a priest or other clergyman.
Or a non-struggling marriage.
An affair means that your word has no value and your spouse has no value either. Who would want to stay married to such a person?
Keeping your underwear on may not save your marriage, but dropping it will doom it. Yes you may stay married on paper but the trust, security and emotional intimacy that are a necessary part of being a true pair of souls traveling through life together is gone. You become two people who just happen to live in the same house.
Oh gosh what an awful book. She even goes so far as to suggest the cheater lies about it.
You just don’t cheat in marraige and if you can’t handle that then don’t get married.
It worked for Bubba. Didn’t it? lol
Well, this advise worked out well for Madame Bovary!
"That's the ticket!"
And playing Russian Roulette with five chambers full can increase your life expectancy? (just using logical extrapolation)
Having been a victim of infidelity myself, I can honestly say it’s the absolute most horrible thing you could ever do to another person. I’d never been so low in my entire life.
Joey and Chandler’s apartment. Joey is trying to put back the sofa bed, and failing. There’s a knock at the door...
[Joey answers the door...]
Joey: Ma! What are you doin’ here?
Mrs.T: I came to give you this... (gives him a bag of groceries) And this... (clips him around the back of the head!)
Joey: Ow! Big ring!
Mrs.T: Why did you have to fill your father’s head with all that garbage about making things right? Things were fine the way they were. There’s chicken in there... put it away! For god’s sake, Joey (Puts the sofa bed away with ease!). Really.
Joey: Hold on. You knew?
Mrs.T: Of course I knew. Your father is no James Bond! You should have heard some of his cover stories... "I sleeping over at my accountants"... I mean, what is that? Please...
Joey: So then, wha, how could you, I mean, how could you...
Mrs.T: Do you remember how your father used to be? Always yelling. Always yelling. Nothing made him happy. Nothing made him happy. Nothing, not that wood shop, not those stupid little ships in the bottle, nothing. Now he’s happy. I mean, it’s nice, he has a hobby.
Joey: Ma, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but what the hell are you talking about? I, I mean, what about you?
Mrs.T: Me? I’m fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world, there’d be no harm, and your father would look like Sting. And I’ll tell you something else. Ever since that poodle-stuffer came along, he’s been so ashamed of himself, that he’s been attentive, he’s been more loving, it’s like every day is our anniversary.
Joey: I’m happy for you?
Mrs.T: Well don’t be! Because now everything is screwed up! I just want it the way it was.
Joey: Ma. I’m sorry. I, I just did what I thought you’d want.
Mrs.T: I know you did cookie, I know you did. So tell me. Did you see her?
Joey: Yeah. You’re ten times prettier than she is.
Mrs.T: That’s sweet. Could I take her?
Joey: With this ring? No contest!