I never dreamed I would relate to anything that came out of Betty’s mouth. She’s always so morose and pouty and her dresses are never wrinkly. I can’t imagine being married, let alone to someone who expects ham dinner upon his arrival back from the office. The entire first season went by before anything out of that woman’s mouth was even remotely relatable. Then she struck a nerve:
“The way he makes love to me is sometimes what I want, and sometimes so obviously what someone else wants.”
So poignant. It made me feel ill in the pit of my stomach. So sad that even brief attention to communication could have prevented that painful moment of clarity.