Neither can live while the other survives. You’re living with the enemy. I know a good divorce lawyer.
The melodramatic messages I received from friends in the run-up to England’s Euros final clash with Spain didn’t help the mood in my household. My Andalusian husband began wearing his Spanish football T-shirt early on in the day. He was full of optimism and emanated a certain quiet confidence. It was highly annoying, I took it as goading. He suggested decorating the house with Spanish flag bunting. I laughed in his face (and wondered when he had secretly acquired the bunting — traitor).
