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.
2 comments:
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?
"They were not happy days."
Hehehe. Good one.
Have a great time in Boston!
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