Actually, there is indeed a reason why I need to keep myself in shape:  for the future, and for the beautiful man who is that future...After all, who says that I have to be stuck with my disgusting husband forever?!  He's nothing but a disappointment.  Look at him -- he's an indolent slob, with no imagination and a total lack of ambition.  Such a stupid, pathetic man, satisfied with so little.  I was married under false pretense, you see -- he led me to believe that he had some fire in his belly and some plans for our future.  I was so young, naive -- and the sex made me feel false attachment to him. Vanilla sex, btw. I was swept up by the all of middle class bridal ****, my mother's expectations...Well, I can still act like a respectable middle class wife...I'll just be a young widow, that's all...Hmmm, I remember watching a TV show about using antifreeze as a poison...hard to trace...I'll just call down to him now:

"Sweetie, the lawyer called today:  he just wanted to make sure we'd signed our wills and the insurance policies -- just routine, before we go on our trip next month..."