Then the husband was like a purse or that really great car. Just some other life goal she had to achieve.
Sad for them both.
I’m very uncomfortable around those kinds of couples. I never really know what to talk about because it seems any subject gets turned around to make the husband look bad.
No. She didn’t see him as a goal, but rather a refuge.
He became starry-eyed over her looks, made himself a constant presence in her life, and literally begged her to marry him. Over and over. She gave in.
I wouldn’t want a man like that, and I wouldn’t want someone if I had to beg them to be with me.