The Happy Marriage

Let us climb the mountain of our positive energies. Let us leave them our negative energies and let them bury their heads in the sand. Let us refuse to have anything else to do with those who hound us like shadows hoping to see us stumble and fall. We’re not crazy, we’re wise, freethinking women guided by the echo of our primal scream, we’re clearheaded, an unfathomable sea, we draw our energy from the fire of life, and amidst the trees and forests of life. We are strong and united, and we refuse to be anyone’s victim.

This is the truth, and this truth helped to free me from that royally selfish man. All this I owe to Lalla, the only friend I ever had who was always by my side when I needed someone to lean on. Thank you, Lalla. Thank you for saving me and opening my eyes.

My Husband Is …

Foulane found a thousand reasons to explain why we fell out of love. Here are mine:

My husband has many positive qualities, but I’ve only ever seen his flaws.

My husband is an old bachelor at heart, selfish and fussy.

My husband eats really quickly, and that annoys me.

My husband heads to the airport three hours before his flight.

My husband is bad-tempered and nervous when he’s with me, but charming with others.

My husband is impatient.

My husband snores and shifts around in bed.

My husband doesn’t like to drive and hates the way I drive.

My husband is a misanthrope and would rather be on his own.

My husband is naïve, weak, and indecisive.

My husband is a sucker. He’s been betrayed by his closest friends (women could always disarm him with their smiles, and his agents always stole from him).

My husband hates physical activity, doesn’t go to the gym, and has a belly.

My husband loves black-and-white films and always quotes lines from their dialogue, which pisses me off!

My husband is two-faced (I love this expression and it really upsets him).

My husband is a loser and only made money because he was lucky.

My husband doesn’t like to fight; he claims he hates conflict.

My husband has often been an absent father.

My husband doesn’t have any dreams or fantasies (his paintings are evidence of this).

My husband’s never smoked hash or drunk any vodka.

My husband’s never gotten drunk or lost his composure.

My husband harangues me whenever I smoke a cigarette or drink some wine.

My husband is an Arab, and shares all their defects and archaisms.

My husband sings out of tune.

My husband doesn’t believe in spirits, ghosts, and energies carried by waves.

My husband isn’t generous. Every time he gives someone one of his paintings as a present, they’re always small and he never signs them.

My husband is a hypochondriac.

My husband is a gutless chauvinist.

My husband is like a tree with a dead hollow trunk.

My husband is so clumsy that one of my friends has kept a list of his gaffes.

My husband pretends to read when he doesn’t paint, but reading always puts him to sleep.

My husband doesn’t know how to lie.

My husband is the worst kind of cheater.

My husband doesn’t act like a husband.

My husband claims he loves women too much, which is a lie, he can’t even love his wife.

Hate