I have a comedy writer friend, Sandy, whose husband left her for another woman the moment his restaurant {which Sandy had invested in and made possible} became successful. It was kind of the worst story anyone had ever heard, a betrayal that, had it happened to me, I would've driven slowly around downtown Los Angeles at night in my car with my windows rolled down, trying to solicit a hit man to murder my husband.
Mindy Kaling shares an unsettling story about her friend Sandy, whose husband abandoned her for another woman as soon as the restaurant—an endeavor Sandy financially supported—became successful. This event left a profound impact on Kaling, portraying it as one of the most heart-wrenching tales she had encountered, a dramatic betrayal that struck deeply.
Kaling reflects on the pain of such betrayal and humorously suggests that, if it had happened to her, she might have resorted to extreme measures, envisioning herself driving through Los Angeles seeking vengeance. This darkly comedic take underscores the raw emotions that accompany personal betrayals and the complexities of love and ambition.
