I am flesh and bone and fallible. You knew this when you said yes.
I am passion and obsession and emotion. You knew this when you asked me to wed.
I am soft and hard and driven. You whispered that you loved this about me when we were young.
The thing about marrying for love is that you will inevitably have to exist in that world following “ever after”. The great unknown, and the place where the story continues past what some people to be the only fairy tale worthy stuff. But then again… I’m pretty sure Cinderella found out too late she had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING in common with the Prince and (because she was raised by flaky mystical tree fairies) Sleeping Beauty made for an awkward addition to royal society.
The Atlantic posted one of the more interesting articles on the working mom effigy of doom coined: “Women Can’t Have…
The other day I got into the most interesting conversation with women who were older than me. They said something…
Instead of understanding his view and respecting his feelings, I resented his needs and frustrations. He recentlyjoked about me focusing on “Me Time”, “Quiet Time”, “Study Time”, “Alone Time” but there was very little “Husband Time”. It is hard being married to Renaissance woman. It requires true co-parenting and often times he is doing more than his fair share.