Okay, this isn't going to apply to those of you whose husbands were caught waltzing off to Fiji with their secretaries. But the rest of you might get it.

You know that time around the end of your marriage, the time when you realize that if you have to share one more conversation with him you'll actually vomit into your Cobb salad? Have you noticed that's always the time when he wants to "spice things up"?

What is it about a failing marriage and the desire for ever-more kinky sex? What is that? He doesn't want to talk to you, he doesn't want to help raise the kidlets, he seems to have forgotten how to fill the gas tank, but now he wants you to dress up like a cheerleader, with the pompoms but without the panties?

Part of me thinks that this is because the men in question aren't attracted to us anymore. The other part of me — usually the bigger and louder part — still has faith in men and thinks they're doing it because they want the relationship to be better. They just don't have a damn clue how.

Can somebody please write a book? Like, How To Get Your Wife To Love You Again... (Hint: It has nothing to do with sex).

Wouldn't that be a good book? It could talk about going on dates that do not involve sporting events and give tips on how to sort your own laundry and how to find the vacuum cleaner in your own home. That would be a good book.

There comes a time in every divorced Woman's life when she has to start dating again.

Sometimes it's because she wants to. Sometimes it's because she's sick of the "When are you going to start dating again?" questions. Soon enough, though, it happens to all of us.

There is the soul-destroying outfit selection process. There is the requisite discussion with our girlfriends about how much the dating world has changed since we were dating The Ex.

There is the selective memory loss about the actual amount of pain involved in getting a bikini wax. All of these are standard, normal, and compulsory.

We go on our date. We share a carafe of overpriced wine. We say witty things. Those of us who have hair make sure to toss it in a mysterious and alluring fashion. Everything goes well, and then it happens. We end up having The Talk.

The Talk is the conversation you have when you disclose that you have been married before. Sometimes The Talk involves the confession that you are actually still legally married. It's uncomfortable. It's full of weird pauses. It says with definition that you're probably not a virgin.

I was lucky with The Talk. I told the man who is now my partner that I'd been married before and he replied, "Well, I didn't think you had your son with a stranger!" This is rare and to be appreciated.

How do you handle The Talk?

My mother's first husband has married no fewer than seven women, and that's just the ones that we know of. Every single child born to one of these marriages has been divorced at least once.

Like everything else that seems to run in families, I have to wonder if this predilection towards failed marriages is due to nature or nurture. Is my inability to hold a marriage together as genetic as my green eyes and thick waist? Or is it just that I wouldn't know a marital role model if I fell over one?

Sometimes I wonder if it's a good idea for me to marry again. I wonder if I'm qualified for the position of wife. I see the marital problems of the people around me and my first suggestion is that they shouldn't be married to each other. In my defense, I judiciously keep this suggestion to myself.

I see the fighting and the passive aggression and the nagging and I think, "Is this what you signed up for?"

My partner and I have been dating for four years now, and we have only fought once. I think that we will be happy over the long haul, but I wonder if we can do it. His parents have been married since dinosaurs walked the earth, so I know he can.

It's me I worry about.

What do you think? Is divorce genetic?