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“the loud mouth of the dumbest man would always trump the subtle and informed opinion of the most qualified woman.”

A word. Preach

“A tragic love story, one written to be ignored by the divine, and never included in any sacred texts.”

“I look at the book in my lap, run my fingers across the raised letters of the title: The Book of Mary.”
My heart.

“I think,” I say slowly, “that we should’ve gotten a divorce a very long time ago.” He turns to look at me. “I think I hate you,” I say. “I think,” he says slowly, in a stunned sort of voice, “that I might really hate you too.”

Long as we are in agreement. Hahehaheh Hallelujah

““Oh, yes. Did I forget to mention that? Silly me. I didn’t come here for lunch. I came here for the kids.” She pulls a folded-up paper out of her jacket pocket. “I have a warrant, if you’d like to see.””

Omg Lord. This damn book is mentally exhausting my soul physically.

“I have become—hear me when I say this—a good motherfucking Christian woman. I do not, anymore, ask questions of my husband that he does not want to hear, and my husband—oh yes, a very good Christian man—does not tell me things I do not need to know.”

“For what it is worth: I do not recommend giving birth in the pioneer days.”
Jesus OMG . I’m sooo scared. And confused. And I understand. And I’m hurt

“After all: What were good Christian men if not experts at making their good Christian women vanish from the world?”

“I was really feeling lovely, now. Three expired pills had been the perfect dosage. “I’d tell you to ask your mother, but then she might end up taking a single second to actually consider her own life, and do you know what, Caleb? I think if she did that, she’d probably end up killing herself.””

“The friendly expression fell from his face. “Well,” he spat out, mimicking me, “if fucking you didn’t feel exactly the same as fucking a dead body, then maybe I would be able to get hard more easily.””

Lord have mercy. Omg. I am baffled. Gobsmacked. Astonished.

““…called me all these terrible names…straddled me…my jeans were around my feet…screaming…””
I admit her choking her out was wrong but Shannon is def making it out to be sexual in nature and it was very much rage fueled not sexually motivated. Thats a step beyond the pale.

I too have been bored. But just cause “he knew how to salsa dance” wasn’t good enough motivation. Lmao

“Of course I didn’t. Of course he wasn’t. But I would rather give my idiot husband clearance to our nation’s nuclear codes than find myself a single, homeless, divorced mother of five with a sixth on the way. My reputation destroyed. Barely a dollar to my name.”

“The phone was silent. The jar of brown sugar leaned over to the flour: You believe the nerve of this bitch?”
I too would be having a mental breakdown in the pantry at this moment.

“She was supposed to look horrified, or maybe ashamed. Instead, she looked concerned. “Oh God, Natalie—is he not hard when he has sex with you?””
OMG OMG OMG . He really don’t like her at all. I’d die of shame.

“Liars. Every Christian woman I ever met had been a big fat lying bastard. Lord have mercy on their big fat lying bastard souls.”

What in the actual fuck did I just read.!?!
“I wondered if He thought of me as frequently as I thought of Him. And sometimes—as a reward, I think, for such pure thoughts—He would enter my body, filling me with an unbearable pleasure, a sense of communion so deep and animal and satiating that it left me slick and panting upon its departure.”

“You never age out of it. Your mother lies to you, and then you lie to your children, and then your children lie to their children, and then you are an old woman, looking back at your own life, lying to yourself. A lifetime of drowning, and then you are dead.”

“It was the most important day of my life. The day I stopped working on my husband, my farm, my family, and returned to work on an old, beloved project: myself. I walked back inside to make dinner for my family. After dinner, I knocked myself up again.”

“That’s what children and poverty do: suck the collagen right out of you.”
Ain’t that the truth, preach sister.

“She took a deep drag, exhaled with evident relief, then said again, “God, let someone care about me as much as they care about the children.””

“Even his penis seemed to be dead asleep and snoring against the bed of his thigh. Infuriating. I thought of what he said to me on the day of our wedding—I can’t wait to taste you—and then I thought of the horrible graphics I’d seen on his computer screen—Intense kissing leads to squirting orgasm!!!!—and I swallowed the urge to crack a lampshade over his head.”

Well guess I figured out why she kept “making him babies”

““They teach little white children to feel guilty about the fact that our country used to have slaves.” Jesus

“Wake baby from nap. Change diaper. Breastfeed. Breastfeed. Breastfeed. Close eyes and count to ten over the sound of baby’s sudden, inexplicable wails. Swallow very strong instinct to slap the baby. Ask the baby in a cooing murmur what she wants. What do you want? Rock baby. Breastfeed baby. Consider shaking baby. Resist urge to shake baby. Strap baby to chest. Help mother-in-law with dinner. “

“I tilted my face upward toward him in the darkness, and for the first time since the baby was born, we kissed with tongue. “Make love to me,” I whispered bravely. We tumbled backward into our bed and had breathless, missionary, mushy-penised sex. Afterward, in the darkness while Caleb snored beside me, I cried silent tears at the beauty of the Lord’s bounty”
I want to scream

“I said nothing. I was having a hard time processing so much information at once. My husband, a former poet, a future politician, a convicted rabbit killer, a presently unemployable man.”

“My wagon was hitched to a sex pervert.”
Jesus Christ. I ask again. Whyyyyy did you make more humans with him!?!

This was with 1 child!! Why would you make 5 more?!?? 5 fucking more!!

“My husband’s lack of ambition was astounding, quite literally hard for me to comprehend. I’d never known a man who didn’t want to work. Then again, I’d never known a rich man. Was this what happened when you were born into such wealth and preestablished power? Or was this the only clear way in which my husband, the father of my child, was special?”