The Art of Being Disingenuous
As we were driving back home from our friend's 40th birthday party, Madelene asked me if I noticed all of the bickering our friend and her husband were doing in the kitchen. At one point, their argument became so heated that he had to step out for a drive. He didn't return home for about an hour. Sometimes, I can be so naive to these things. I rarely take notice when there's a lot going on in one place. It's all I can do to just listen to just one conversation. "She's not happy." Madelene said. "I don't know, I rarely get myself involved or ask anything personal." I said. "You don't need to--it's so evident," she said, as she looked toward our friend in the backseat for confirmation. "She has to be happy--I mean, look at the house he has provided for her. He just got her a new car too! Did you see that huge rock on her finger?" Why would someone stay with their spouse if there is more unhappiness than an...