I love summer. Love, love, love it. Partially, because my husband is a teacher, so during the summer months when our nanny comes two afternoons a week, he and I go out to lunch with all the gift cards and coupons we’ve stored up throughout the year. It’s delightful.
Last week, as we nibbled at our free-with-purchase-of-any-entree Michigan ABC Crumb Pie, we discussed signs we spotted in a marriage that seems in danger. The wife is looking for happiness in new things, fancy clothes, elite habits, and dramatic events. And when she isn’t doing that, she’s wallowing in complete self-pity and despair, not bothering to get dressed in the morning, and hardly leaving the house.
Meanwhile, her slightly workaholic husband seems oblivious to the marital troubles. Granted, his work is important, he’s a doctor, and surely she should have known going into the marriage that his profession would carry him away for extended hours, and cause him to care a great deal about other people, but she seems to miss the fact that he does adore, maybe even idolize her. It might even be this perfect view of her that has blinded him from seeing the disparity between their emotions that is causing a deep chasm to erode between them. The question is simply who will fall first into the chasm, and is there any hope for this troubled couple?
Without a word my husband graciously left the last two bites, the best ones because of their crumby goodness, for me and we sadly agreed that the future looked dim for Emma and Charles.
I wonder if any of the other restaurant patrons within earshot know the Bovaries?