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There is one thing I would break up over, and that is if she caught me with another woman. I won't stand for that.
My husband is leaving me. No dramas, no slammed doors - well, OK, a few slammed doors - and no suitcase in the hall, but there is another woman involved. Her name is Dementia.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
Every man wants a woman to appeal to his better side, his nobler instincts, and his higher nature - and another woman to help him forget them.
Consider the fellow. He never spends his time telling you about his previous night's date. You get the idea he has eyes only for you and wouldn't think of looking at another woman.
Some of the biggest advocates for feminism seem to believe that in order to feel powerful you have to make another woman subservient, and that is not what feminism is about at all.
He's 85 and he's met another woman. Still, at 85, why ever not?
A woman should say: 'Have I made him happy? Is he satisfied? Does he love me more than he loved me before? Is he likely to go to bed with another woman?' If he does, then it's the wife's fault because she is not trying to make him happy.
There is nothing like a good dose of another woman to make a man appreciate his wife.
I don't define myself. I'm just a woman in love with another woman.
