So, yesterday, November 18th, our stories were released for the whole world to see. I speak for the other ladies when I say I feel like I'm standing naked onstage at the Superbowl or the friggin' World Cup. We've exposed ourselves. We've exposed other women like us who like to pretend their marriage is just as beautiful as the picture that came with the frame they received as a wedding gift. They'll enjoy and empathize with our stories. They may even recommend the novel to their friends. Most likely, though, they won't tell their friends that they can relate to us. That their goody-two-shoes husbands have an affinity for head-butting them. Or that they think their husband is dick-tating with his secretary. Or that they KNOW their husband is having sex with the woman who "is like a sister" to him. It's okay. We understand. But a few brave women will join us on the stage. Naked. Accepting of our flaws. Determined to figure out how the heck we got to this point. Disgruntled. Yep, that's us. Look out world. Here we come.
"The Disgruntled Wives Club", a novel
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