"No, look," Big Anthony said, "I tried this husband and father thing before and I fuckin' hated it. Being old and doing it again, it is worse than last time. I don't want to work 7 to 5. I don't want to do f*****g bullshit kids birthday parties. I want to get drunk and be f*****g happy for some goddamn portion of my life."
"I am sorry you aren't happy," I shot back. I mean I cannot, even now, pretend like any of this came out of nowhere. I might not have realized that day how close to the surface all of this was. How close to disaster. But I knew my husband didn't like the life we had. I knew he complained about his responsibilities and his duties all the time. I guess I just convinced myself it was just talk. That he was really happy, just a complainer. "But," I said, "You made a commitm
