#kin

I review what I know once again, confronting the monolith now alien and almost unconnected to me: my marriage. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

For me, it´s sloth," I say. "Hedonistic sloth and escapism. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

When giving money to the amputated, you must put it directly into their pockets. ↗

— Greg Campbell

#poverty #shocking #money

Très, très, triste... ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

A fine young man and a fine young felly he always was, except that in the old days, before you began coming in here, Mr. Witherwax, he maybe had too much money and spent too much of it on girls. Take them alone, either one; the money without the women, or a good girl without the money that can be a help to a young felly, and he's fixed for life. But put them together; and often as not, the young felly goes on the booze. ("The Better Mousetrap") ↗

— Fletcher Pratt

#booze #drinking #marriage #men #money

Think about it this way: While being married is about becoming the WIFE you are meant to be, being single allows you to focus on becoming the WOMAN you were born to be. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#being-married #being-single #finding-yourself #loving-yourself #marriage

A wife is meant to be cherished and to be treated with a gentle hand, while a mistress is a convenient cunt to rut in. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#love #male-thinking #marriage #reality #love

I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee. ↗

— Jerome K. Jerome

#men

Laurence," Granby said at his shoulder, "in the hurry, the ammunition was all laid in its usual place on the left, though we are not carrying the bombs to balance it out; we ought to restow." "Can you have it done before we engage? Oh, good Lord," Laurence said, realizing. "I do not even know the position of the convoy; do you?" Granby shook his head, embarrassed, and Laurence swallowed his pride and shouted, "Berkley, where are we going?" A general explosion of mirth ran among the men on Maximus's back. Berkley called back, "Straight to Hell, ha ha!" More laughter, nearly drowning out the coordinates that he bellowed over. ↗

— Naomi Novik

#men

Men!" "At least we don't fake it." "Listen, it was your uncle. And we were late, remember? So I made the sacrifice and got us there in time for dessert. You should be thanking me." Morelli's mouth was open slightly and his face was registering a mixture of astonished disbelief and wounded, pissed-off male pride. Okay, it wasn't that much of a sacrifice at the time, and I knew he shouldn't be thanking me, but give me a break here... this wasn't famine in Ethiopia ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#men