Yesterday when my husband told me that he would go out with his friend WJ at night, I didn’t give it a second thought. Two month ago, WJ’s eight year’s marriage suddenly fell apart. I assumed that he had desperately needed some moral support to help him through this heart breaking breakup, and I thought that they might have hit the bar, got a few drinks, had a nice chat and then cried heart out.

     Around 9 o’clock, a telephone call from my husband told me that I might have assumed this all wrong. “What’s your birth time?” I heard my husband’s cheerful voice from the other line. The out- of-nowhere question caught me off-guard, and for a moment I didn’t know what to say. “Your birth hour?” my husband repeated his question impatiently. “Eleven o’clock, what’s this about?” “We have a fortune teller here.” I heard giggles from the phone before my husband hanged up.

      Take fortune teller as sort of shrink? Man is really a creature full of wonders. I shrugged and came back to my reading.

        Around 11 o’clock, my husband came back. “So what you got?” I asked curiously. “A lot. First of all I really should take close eyes on you. I was warned that you might have an affair in 2014.”

“Wow, is he cute?”

“What?”

“I don’t stray, but if he is really cute…” I said thoughtfully.

“You wish!” my husband grasped a pillow and threw it at me. I dodged and it fell beside. I picked it up and hold it to my chest.

“Anything else?”

“Oh, I will start to make money when I am 46, I mean real money, and by 50, I am supposed to be very rich. So, woman, think twice before you hand me a green hat.” He said smugly.

“He might be both rich and cute, you know.” I said tentatively.

“In your fantasy.” He chuckled, “But on a second thought, that fortune teller is full of craps. He even said you are pretty.”

“Hi, in us, I am the pretty one!” I said, trying to insert an indignant note into my voice and continued: “What’s all this about? I thought you two would hit the bar, get drunk and something like that.”

“You knew WJ was really in for this. Especially this fortune teller  had told him that he would get a divorce when he still believed that he was happily married. He regards him as a real master now. Tonight he wanted to know if he and his new girlfriend fit each other or not.”

“He’s what?!” my jaw fell into the floor.

“A marriage horoscope. Which part you don’t understand?”

 “Last time I saw him, he was totally a wrecked-up. And within two months, he cut the loose, got divorced, and already planed to remarry? It’s disgusting!” Perhaps I should not pass judgment, but I just couldn’t help it.

“What do you expect? Mourning forever?” unsurprisingly, my husband jumped to his defense.

I should know better. I mean in this world full of quick foods and quick affairs, it’s really not a surprise for a man jumping in and out of the marriage so quickly.

Marriage is just a commodity on the market, and almost everyone is expendable.

I paused a bit before I hit the last question I cared: “How about us? Will we end with a divorce?”

“No, we would have some issues but we could work it out.”

“Oh, glad to know.” I said.