Thursday, March 13, 2008

Real names and happy days

I've come to the point where I'm tired of abbreviating our names. It's time to come clean, since my closest readers are over 40 miles away. No one from my work reads this, which is good because I need an escape and a place to vent. Hyperher=Sarah, L=Lars.

I'm going away this weekend. In my former marriage, if I was going to go away I would give my husband weeks notice, convincing him why I should go. I would also have to prepare meals for every meal I would miss while I was away. He insisted. It got to the point where it was easier to have no friends, so I could give him my undivided attention. It wasn't good. I was more like Marion Cunningham than myself. They were not happy days. You may ask yourself why I married someone like this, when I purport to be a feminist. I suppose that I was caring for someone how I thought I should be, that it was a part of marriage. I couldn't clearly see that he tried to limit my access to my friends and family. I tried to see the best in him.

All that has changed now. I don't have to ask to do things, I just let him know and do it (unless it's something major). The funny thing is that I will really miss Lars while I am away, but Boston beckons! It will be a nice weekend with my friend Liz, taking in the city like we used to. Have a lovely one too.


Leucantha` said...

Sounds fun. Freedom is nice. I didn't used to feel so free in my relationship. Some was me, some was him. It's amazing we have matured enough to work that out.

I won't lie and say I know anything about Boston, but do something fun for me that is typical of Boston but not touristy, k?

CBK said...

"They were not happy days."

Hehehe. Good one.

Have a great time in Boston!