I Don't Wish That I Was Dead

I saw my ex-lover on the TV today. She'd gone off and become a famous writer. I was overcome with such a strange feeling. I looked over at my wife, in the kitchen, while staring at her on the screen. I guess I was afraid my wife would notice me staring at her breasts. How sick I am, I thought. How ungrateful I am. Here I am, sitting in a living room fully furnished by my wife, after eating a delicious meal that my wife so lovingly prepared, and yet here I am. Salivating over my ex-lover as if I were some predator, and her the prey. I truly am a monster.