|Araminta Copes with Her Loveless Marriage: I've only had three fingers of Jack, a jigger of vodka, a rum and coke and a dry martini...How was your day?|
So here's the scenario, you're in love with a wealthy and handsome bachelor who would give you a home and children (but only if and when that was cool with you) and all the fabulous clothing you want. But he says he doesn't love you (in that cold and hateful way) and you don't really see each other often enough to ensure that you could make that love grow if given enough time and enough trips to the Ritz tea room. So, which camp are you in:
- Say no and you lose any chance of marriage and family (He's your soul-mate, right? There's no marrying anyone else after this.) and you also lose any contact with the only man you'll ever love and you'll probably die in a cave-in in a Chilean mine as well.
- Say yes and you'll lead a double life (possibly forever). Seething passions will be bridled and a thick veneer (think Joan Rivers on botox) of affability and pleasantness will have to mask a lifetime of slights and hurts.
(Disclosure) I'm with Cressy on this. I'm a door-slammer not a passion bridler and we'd probably make it a week before I was calling him a git and packing my bags for that Chilean mine.