Desperate housewife flashes and paints toenails and waxes and walks around life wishing for some attention and feeling like Mrs. Roper.
Desperate husband wishes for desperate housewife behavior.
When the two desperates meet on the street, no wonder if so often ends in an A. Just for a glimpse of what it would feel like to have their needs met. And the desperates and the LDs worlds all come crashing in.
Very sad.
Thank God some of us desperates have good support and hope.
