My (imaginary) husband had moved his mistress into the house and I had moved into a small box bedroom in the attic. Then the two of them decided my new bedroom would make a great place to read bedtime stories to her children.

I angrily told her how unfair this situation was. She stood up and made a gracious speech acknowledging I was right and saying she would make alternative plans. As she swept out of the room, a studio audience began to applaud her. As if I wasn’t the wronged party.