Just finished reading Wifey by Judy Blume. It's about a thirty-something married woman who's pretty much bored with her sex life. She ends up having multiple sexual encounters, mostly with one guy from her past--the one that got away. She's always loved the one that got away and thinks he'll just dump his wife and family and, after she's free, marry her. No such luck she finds out. So ultimately she has to decide whether to stay with her husband or divorce him and start over again. She decides to stay with her husband and try to make things better.
I must say I was surprised by the ending. The husband is not nice to her all throughout the book. He criticizes her like crazy, is very rigid in his ways and thinking, and even though he says he loves her, doesn't SHOW it. After all of the things she discovers about herself throughout the story, one might think she would have one of those Ah ha! moments and think to herself: Screw this lifestyle! I'm outta here! This just ain't working.
Cue Dr. Phil's question: How's that workin' for ya?
Main character in novel: It's not workin' for me, Dr. Phil.
Ah, but that's today's world. This novel was written in 1978. A different time period. Written today, perhaps there'd be a different outcome. The main character would visit a shrink, read a lot of self-help books, watch Oprah and Dr. Phil, talk to her girlfriends in detail, and ultimately decide to divorce the rigid, critical, snobbish, only wants sex on Saturday nights and in the missionary position husband of hers and start over again.
Ah. But this is 2009. It is, isn't it?