I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband

“Let’s get divorced.” My husband frowned at my sudden announcement. “Don’t speak nonsense, Louella. You’re not a child anymore.” I’m asking for a divorce because I’m not a child. Never once had we made love in the eight years we were married. So I concluded . . . My husband was either a eunuch or gay. *** On the day I notified my husband of my intentions to divorce, I returned to my eight-year-old self. I decided to remain friends with my enemy-like ex-husband. Somehow, I want to erase the dissatisfaction caused by my ex-husband. I wanted to choose another man and experience the passionate love I have been craving for. So this time, I will pick the right man to fill my emptiness. ...