No, wait. Scratch that. Even if you are married your opinion is null and void. Unless you walk every day in my shoes, keep your opinions on my life to yourself. I am not a bad person. I am not doing anything wrong. I am living my life to its fullest, and when I look back on my life when I am older I will be able to say with confidence, "I enjoyed my life!".
I suppose I should have seen this coming. My bachelorette party was supposed to be my very last night out on the town with my friends; my last night to party and be young. I wish someone would have told me that every time I went out after that night everyone around me would judge me for being a bad person and a horrible wife. Shame on me for not knowing this would happen. It doesn't matter that every night I come home to my husband. It doesn't matter that every other day of the week I am a mom and a wife. It doesn't matter that I work and go to school and make dinner and scrub the toilet. No, what matters is that for 4 hours one night a week I let loose and enjoy myself. I have drinks with my friends and we dance like idiots and we talk about things other than our husbands. That is all that matters. In the grand scheme of things, the only thing that matters is that for 4 hours one night a week I get to just be Annie. Not mom or wifey dearest, just Annie. Shame on me.
I guess now that I am married I should forget everything that made me unique. My individuality is no longer important. I should spend my days making pot roasts and darning my husband’s socks. In fact, as a good wife, I should go ahead and quit my job (even though we cannot afford it) so that I can devote all hours of my day to having the perfect household. Perhaps I should also find less offensive hobbies. No more dancing with my friends; I am taking up scrapbooking. My married friends and I are starting a quilting bee, at which we will sit around and admire our wonderful husbands for everything they do to make our lives sooooo wonderful.
Yeah fucking right. I would sooner shave my head and tattoo "Fuck You" on my forehead than change everything about me that makes me different from you. I am no less of a mother because my tongue is pierced and I have tattoos. I am no less of a wife because I have enjoy time away from my husband. I am no less of a person because I am a mother and a wife. I am proud of who I am and I love the time I spend with my friends. If you have a problem with me, that is exactly what it is: YOUR problem. Not mine. God forbid I enjoy time away from my family. God forbid I go out and not spend the whole night talking about the adorable things my two-year old said. God forbid I don't fit your ideal of the perfect fucking Stepford wife. God forbid you get to the end of your life and say, "I wish I would have enjoyed my life more".
Nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors. Nobody knows my struggles and my pains but me, and until you have the same exact life as me- keep your mouth shut. I don't judge you for your actions. I don't just deserve the same respect, I demand it.
This is what it looks like inside the mind of a partially crazy, hopefully funny, sometimes angry, usually happy, always loving mommy, wife, and friend.
1 comment:
I love it Annie and as everyone already knows I wholeheartedly agree. I can't wait for the quilting bee! Maybe we can swap some of our favorite recipes too. Afterall, that's what married gals do! And thank God for the judgemental shit talkers! I mean without them we'd have to rely on our own morals and decision making skills to keep ourselves in check and what a chore that would be. Golly gee whiz I didn't realize it was 1952 but consider this little woman dually informed! Well I'm off to get a roast in the oven, darn some of Matt's socks and name my unborn children. Cheers!
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