"Okay," (Michael) began, feeling trapped between a rock and a hard place, "lets say I go along with this pathetic little plot of yours, just for the sake of argument. What exactly are you expecting me to do?"
"I have no expectations as far as you're concerned, Michael. None whatsoever. You have two choices: either accept my offer to become my girlfriend and female roommate, or reject my offer and suffer the obvious consequences."
"But I'm your husband," I protested. "How could I possibly be your female roommate? You're being ridiculous!"
"You're my husband as far as a piece of paper is concerned," she answered. "Realistically, however, you have stolen seven years of my life."
"What have I stolen from you?" I asked.
"You've stolen my dream, my lifelong hope and desire to be married to a man who could love me as his one and only woman. That's a hope every woman pursues; and it is an enormously important part of being a woman. These photographs shattered my illusion by revealing the existence of another woman. It doesn't matter that the other woman is you, nor that she is an illusion.