Married Life ; There I Am, Thinking He has at Last Grown Tired of Being Pilloried in Print, When My Computer Tells Me I Have New Mail. Oh Crumbs

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I got back from my trip to Pakistan and, three days later, the husband still hadn't called me. Well, I thought. That's charming. I could have been killed or kidnapped. Then, the more time went on, the more paranoid I became.

I began to think, oh no, someone has emailed him one of the pieces I've written about him and he has taken offence and is giving me the silent treatment. I began to feel nauseous. Oh my God! What have I done? I have squandered my relationship because of my compulsion to write down everything he says or does. Who would put up with that, really? Who?

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Married Life ; There I Am, Thinking He has at Last Grown Tired of Being Pilloried in Print, When My Computer Tells Me I Have New Mail. Oh Crumbs

In our five years together I have written about his pot belly, his windy bottom, his weight gain (he ate a custard cream every ti...

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