Reseña del libro "God Has A Sense of Humor (en Inglés)"
I miss my husband's girlfriends. Whenever he was having an affair, he became a new man; more witty, more talkative, and friendlier. He shaved daily and traded his frayed underwear for snug boxer briefs. Whenever they broke up with him, I suffered with him as he would always, somehow, take it out on me and turn my life and our home into a living hell. Even our dismal sex life was affected. Call it the guilty husband syndrome, but a few years ago, I discovered that whenever we were intimate, it meant he was going to be intimate with someone else the very next day. But even that stopped years ago. My marriage had come to a point where I was happier when he was happy in his extramarital affairs' I know it sounds weird. I used to see it that way too, but I don't anymore. If you are the type of wife that believe that women should be the weaker vessels, you get to a point where the only thing you want is peace. If other women make your husband happy enough to make him leave you alone and not call you names, you no longer see the situation as strange. In fact, you even begin to thank those women for it.That Saturday as I watched my husband mope around the house, looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, I suspected that some errant girlfriend had caused his current malady. Perhaps, she had found out he was married with kids, or had grown bored with him and decided to look for some other lover, maybe even someone younger. I would have told him it served him right, but I knew the consequences. All I could do was feel sorry for him and for myself, and hope that I could find a way to placate him before things got worse. I summoned up courage-yes, it is funny that to go near my husband, I had to summon courage and even plead the blood of Jesus- went over to him and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "Are you all right?" I asked desperate not to annoy him. He turned slowly and looked at me as if a filthy, homeless person had touched him. He stared in disbelief at the hand I placed on his shoulder, and I quickly snatched it away...
