We're not one to judge, except when we do, but in general we have a live and let live attitude to other people's relationships. After all, most of our friends married jerks, so we've got used to not caring how awful they are.
But there's really nothing to say about British dog breeder Julie Johnson, except that she needs a good kick to the head. We're happy to supply it in a loving, supportive, and sisterly fashion.
Julie married her second husband Michael in 1992, and for a while all was just peachy keen, until in 2003, Julie was struck down by Guillain-Barre syndrome, a rare disease that attacks the nervous system. She was paralysed, unable to move or talk, and put on a respirator because she couldn't breathe for herself.
So what does Michael do? He finds himself a nice little girlfriend who can talk and have sex with him while the missus is selfishly at death's door. He starts wearing aftershave and Armani. Well come on? There's only so much masturbation a man can take, eh?
So Michael brings his girlfriend to the hospital, where his wife, unable to speak can SEE HER, but he then calls her 'crazy' when she's finally able to grunt out an accusation some time later. In the meantime, his visits become shorter and more perfunctory. Julie is in hospital for six months, by the way.
When Michael, despite his protests is finally told he's got to take his wife home, he dumps her in her wheelchair in the kitchen with a sandwhich and a glass of water and goes off to work or shag the girlfriend or probably both.
Anyway, she finally throws him out and divorces him. Excellent! End of story, you'd think, but no.
Dickhead starts calling her, claims it was all her fault - 'Michael has explained that my illness traumatised him. He claims that seeing me at death's door sent him crazy' - and of course she kicks him to the curb, agrees to start seeing him again.
She explains:
"No one has dared say to my face that I'm crazy to think about taking him back, but I wouldn't blame them after the way he behaved......
"I'll never be my old self but I'm totally independent now. Should I let my illness rob me of my marriage, as well as so much else?"
Well, when your marriage is about as good for you as a putrid axe-wound to the head infested with maggots eating your brain, we'd say the answer to that one is a hearty YES.
[My Husband Cheated on Me]Daily Mail