Honestly? Yes. Brad’s biggest risk was eating expired yogurt. My husband’s biggest risk is… well, I don’t ask. Ignorance is bliss and also a legal strategy.
I traded a life of beige carpets for one of black silk. I traded grocery lists for sealed envelopes. Is it scary? Absolutely. Do I sleep better? Weirdly, yes.
The Final Verdict (For Your Coffee Chat)
If you ever get the chance to divorce your boring husband and marry a man who says “Forget about it” with a straight face? Do it. Just keep your passport handy. And learn to make a good pasta.
Because when your Godfather comes home, he expects dinner. And if the pasta is cold? Well, let’s just say you’ll be eating out. Far out.
