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“At times in our marriage I loathed him. I saw, with a kind of dull disc of dread in my chest, that with his pleasant distance, his mild expressions, he was unavailable. But worse. Because beneath his height of pleasantness there lurked a juvenile crabbiness, a scowl that flickered across his soul, a pudgy little boy with his lower lip thrust forward who blamed this person and that person – he blamed me, I felt this often: he was blaming me for something that had nothing to do with our present lives, and he blamed me even as he called me Sweetheart…”
“As we drove I suddenly had a visceral memory of what a hideous thing marriage was for me: a familiarity so dense it filled up the room, your throat almost clogged with knowledge of the other so that it seemed to practically press into your nostrils – the odor of the other´s thoughts, the self.consciousness of every spoken word, the slight flicker of an eyebrow slightly raised, the barely perceptible tilting of the chin; no one but the other would know what it meant, but you could not be free living like that; not ever. Intimacy became a ghastly thing.”