The Accomodating Wife
Victoria couldn't care less what her husband does.
‘Was she any good?’ It's four in the morning, and I watch my husband undress. Aaron has just arrived home and, momentarily, I feel sorry for him as he finds it impossible to look me in the eye. He drops his jeans to the floor, leaving them in a crumpled heap, and that will probably infuriate me in the morning. But, right now, his untidiness is irrelevant. I have other things to think about, more pressing issues. Such as,...