“As a moral woman, I’ve done what a woman should do - devoting herself to her family till she is unwanted. But look, what have I got? Nothing but emptiness. I have become a slave of marriage, and my whole life is a salt sculpture imprisoned in his blood for all eternity ever since I lost my virginity to him at eighteen.”
“But have you ever loved him?” I asked spontaneously.
“I hate him! He never loved me. He hates me for having stolen his opportunity to love a diff erent woman and robbed him of his freedom. Maybe that’s why he often drowned himself in alcohol and said something weird like,‘Marriage is a decoration of our deaths, an inscription on a gravestone.’ He hates our marriage as much as he hates our parents who made it happen. For that matter, he even hates the entire older generation. But to be reasonable, is this all my fault?”