She used to be this excellent, conversationalist, but, ever since she got married, all she talked about, is her husband. Like the other day when the group of us girlfriends had our all-ladies’ lunch, she got a phone call from her husband, and, after she was done talking with him on the phones, she’d, rejoined the rest of us in conversation, she’d started ranting about how her husband did whatever, whatever whatever, that was, so funny, blah-blah-blah, she totally overlooked that we were still conversing on the last subject, from before she excused herself to answer the phones.
All she talked about, is her husband, it’s like she’s intentionally showing off how lucky she was, to find such a wonderful man, and the rest of us, her single friends, ought to be ashamed that we’re not like her, happily married or something!
All she talked about, is her husband, and soon enough, we’d, stopped calling her up to hang out anymore, because we just got tired, of hearing how last night went with him, how they’d had a fight few nights before and he still hadn’t, apologized to her or whatever…
All she talked about, is her husband, he became, her whole world, and, making him her whole world, became something that dragged her marriage down, she focused too much onto him, and, it’d, suffocated him, as NOBODY would enjoy anybody else’s total and undivided attention twenty-four seven!
And now, all she talked about, is her divorce, how they both, screwed up their happily ever after, and how she’s still hurting over the mistakes she made in her first marriage, blah, blah, b-l-a-h……………
Life, the Obstacle Course 