Date night with my husband. Somebody slit my wrists.

Watching an episode of House of Cards, season 2.  Great series.  One chick is meeting with another, she gets up and says “Date night with my husband.  Somebody slit my wrists.”

I shit you not.

I have previously watched this episode, and had missed this comment.  It’s easy to miss, almost background noise.  The viewer does not see any part of any listener or speaker, just a table and chairs.  Curious that.

“Date night with my husband.  Somebody slit my wrists.”

Imagine the sexes reversed.  Suppose some TV drama offered up a husband saying this.  I’m not saying there’d be hue and cry.  But how do you feel, dear reader?  A husband says:

“Date night with my wife.  Somebody slit my wrists.”

Check your gut.  Some guy says that.  Ooooh.  He is a bad guy.  He is not giving his wife a chance.  But when the female says:

“Date night with my husband.  Somebody slit my wrists.”

Check your gut.  “He doesn’t treat her right.”  “She deserves better.”

Thing is, you hate your SO so much that even a fun date is a horrible thing?  So horrible that you joke about killing yourself?  And it is accepted as normal?  I mean the quote was literally:

“Date night with my husband.  Somebody slit my wrists.”

WTF?  We’re not talking about the usual boredom, but people reaching beyond and it is still so bad that the chick thinks about committing suicide?  How bad must regular life be?  Holy moly!  And nobody thinks anything of it.  WTF!

Maybe I know a secret.  I do know how to be happy.  Perhaps I can explain to others.  We shall see.

 

 

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