I’m worried you’re making a huge mistake.
I mean, I haven’t actually read Anna Karenina (it’s on my list, I swear!) but it’s not really known as one of history’s feel-good reads.
Which is why I have the distinct feeling that things are going to go downhill for you after you leave your husband for Skeet.
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I get it. Skeet has an unusual name and long hair that he sometimes flicks out of his face with a seductive shake of his head. Other times he lets it fall over his eyes in a devil-may-care fashion; this is equally attractive.
He lives, inexplicably, in a giant, rambling old house-cum-music studio. He’s a music producer who’s never picked up a tennis racket in his life.
He makes you do things you never thought you’d do, like have sex in a car on your own driveway, which bore more than a passing resemblance to that Titantic carriage sex scene. He makes you feel alive, dammit.