Eleven-eleven p.m.

On my bed reading this book Sze May let me borrow. 

It’s called The Bride Stripped Bare. Very enticing book. Very.

It’s basically about a married couple that’s not doing too well. She finds out about an affair her husband was having with one of her very best friends.  It’s written in the form of a diary and it talks about her newly found sexual adventures and a rejuvenation of long lost love.

Here’s an excerpt on how she finds emptiness:

“An emptiness rules at its core, a rottenness, a silence when one of you retires to bed without saying goodnight, when you eat together without conversation, when the phone’s passed wordlessly to the other.  An emptiness when every night you lie in the double bed, restlessly awake, astounded at how closely hate can nudge against love, can win around it sinuously like a cat. An emptiness when you realise that the loneliest you’ve ever been is within a marriage, as a wife.”

Wow.  I need some …