#heating

I am not ready to think of him as either insane or evil, to consider in full how I could love and have a child with such a person. I am not ready to think about anything, except ways in which this may still be averted. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

I travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to not go mad, not assume I made a suicidal and well-informed error in marrying this man. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

I should have known then it wasn´t nothing, as he called it. But I was eight months pregnant. No sense closing the barn door now, or so I thought. I swallowed the nothing, straightaway after the usual tears and denial. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

No. I do believe in them. I just think they’re absentee landlords. Right now, they’re probably hanging out somewhere in Las Vegas, screwing showgirls and cheating at poker. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#cheating

I'm sick of you cheating on me with everyone who has a dick ↗

— P.C. Cast

#tempted #cheating

Lula had Eminem cranked up. He was rapping about trailer park girls and how they go round the outside, and I was wondering what the heck that meant. I'm a white girl from Trenton. I don't know these things. I need a rap cheat sheet. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#morelli #ranger #stephanie-plum #to-the-nines #cheating

Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#cheating

Wait,” he said. “That’s not a word.” I looked down to where, in a moment of desperation, I’d played zixic on a triple-word-score space. “Uh, sure it is.” “What’s it mean?” “It’s sort of like…quixotic, but with more…” “Bullshit?” I laughed out loud. I’d never heard him swear before. “More zeal. Hence the z.” “Uh-huh. Use it in a sentence.” “Um…’You are a zixic writer.’“ “I don’t believe this.” “That you’re zixic?” “That you’re trying to cheat at Scrabble.” He leaned back against my couch, shaking his head. “I mean, I was ready to accept the whole evil thing, but this is kind of extreme. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#georgina-kincaid #scrabble #writer