![]() ![]() Speer is getting an unrealistic, humiliating glimpse. I think she’s impersonating me and that Mrs. Sand has gotten into the bottom of her suit, creating a huge bulge. I laugh, or force myself to, because it’s not something I’d normally laugh at. “I feel like I’ve gone through a car wash.” His second wife had recently left him for someone who understood that a man didn’t do volunteer work.” I started off by saying that Joanie would get drunk and pretend I was someone else and do this neat thing with her tongue. We were instructed to trade reasons, abstract or specific, why we stayed with each other. Once he tried to show us exercises he’d been doing in session with his girlfriend. Barry is a man of the couch, a believer in weekly therapy, affirmations, and pulse points. Joanie and I were urged by her brother, Barry, to subject ourselves to counseling as a decent couple would. I promise to let you watch that stupid news show about celebrities, since you’re so disenchanted with your own life. I will tolerate you in sickness and ignore you in health. At weddings we roll our eyes at the burgeoning love around us, the vows that we know will morph into new kinds of promises: I vow not to kiss you when you’re trying to read. ![]() ![]() The day she went into a coma, I heard her telling her friend Shelley that I was useless, that I leave my socks hanging on every doorknob in the house. It was as though we had the seven-year itch the day we met. “We don’t treat each other very well, I suppose. ![]()
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