Divorced people sure can be bitter about the opposite gender.
Divorce ran in the family along with wide hips and a faithful craving for chocolate. From mother to daughter, daughter to son, there passed an eye of watchfulness and an eye of charity. The eye of watchfulness watched the husband, watched the wife; the eye of charity watched the blood. “Someday you’ll grow up to be a man,” she said. “Even so you’ll still be my kin.”