A ways back, someone told me she heard another woman talking about me. This other woman had supposedly said I was only happy when my husband was around.
As the feminist I have no problem proclaiming to be, I took offense. I do NOT need a husband, or any man for that matter, around me to ensure my happiness.
I still stand by that thought. I can work to be happy on my own.
But, holy cow, after spending the last five days alone and very nearly taking people's heads off today at work, I do understand a bit why that woman may have said what she did. Every business trip Garrett takes seems longer. Even though this one was only five days, and I had Lucy to keep me company at home (Oh, did you hear? We named the neighbor's cat and basically made her our own — oops.), this week was particularly bad.
Midway through the afternoon today as I thought to my self, "I'm going insane. Can someone become manic after years of non-manicness? Because I think I am." I forced myself to stop and consider the possible reasons I felt like ripping out my hair beyond the obvious fact that everyone else was ruining my life.
Hormones. It had to be.
But then Garrett got home tonight, and, wow, has my mood changed. Everything might be OK now. I might even be nice to people tomorrow. Which leads me to believe it was not hormones, but, in fact, merely me being without a husband.
So, I'll admit this: I sure don't have to work as hard to be happy when Garrett's around.
But I'm still a feminist.
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I love this!!
That's darn right!
I mentioned in RS last sunday that being the daughter of a feminist has planted some seeds in my soul. I actually shared that the reason I don't like RS is because there is only one divine womanly role discussed: GET MARRED AND HAVE BABIES.
But what about the other things women can and have to do? Like be single for 5 days while their husbands travel? Or work full-time? Hmmm?
I liked this post. It is easier to be with one's husband, but it isn't always an option.
You are happier when Garrett is around, but you are still happy when he's not. I don't think that's a bad thing. I am always the happiest when I'm with the ones I love, especially Casey. It's silly but even after he's been at work for only five hours I'm still excited to greet him when he comes home. It's small moments like these that make my days.
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