Before my husband and I met five years ago, he had written (or at least partially written) four books that were in various states of completion.

Since then, he’ll work on one or edit one occasionally. But there’s been no real movement to speak of on any of the books (he has a full time job doing something else).

.....Well it’s been five years and I’ve never read any of the books. None of them.

I mean, in the past 2.5 years I haven’t read a single book at all because our daughter was born and she keeps me busy. But before that, I never read any of them because they’re dark and grim (and really long) books, and that’s not really anything I’m interested in.

But I feel like the “right” thing to do is to support him and his passions the best I can, which would mean being his biggest fan and reading all (or at least one!) of his books, no? Does this make me a crappy wife? What’s wrong with me? Am I too selfish? I feel kind of guilty for not having read any of them but I also kinda don’t have much of an interest or desire to read them. But I think I want to want to read them and feel bad that I don’t actually really want to - does that make sense?