Representative lines:
“No. Your husband is not your best friend. Your best friend is your best friend. If your husband were your best friend, what would that make your best friend — the dog? When a woman tells me that her husband is her best friend, what I hear is: I don’t really have any friends.”
Yeesh. Somebody needs to get laid. And I don’t think her husband wants any part of that.
More:
“the more readily we acknowledge the solid utility of marriage (as one friend’s husband put it, “I’m essentially a checkbook and a sperm bank — but I’m okay with that!”), the more ably we can splinter the box of marital fantasy that makes us feel stuck, trapped, obliged. One eloquent swing of the ax and happiness is thrust firmly back into our own hands.”
No wonder all her friends are contemplating divorce. Everyone is shallow as all get-out
Could you blame him?
If my wife ever wrote a hateful screed like this about me, she'd be able to stop wishing for a divorce. She'd have one the afternoon I read the article.
Fortunately, Mrs. WBill and I are happily married, and it's just as good (better, really) than when we started. :-)