Yes, I am a housewife. I am also many other labels. I am a mother, wife, sister, daughter, writer, patriot, conservative, seeker, and loads of other labels we people seem so enamored with associating to ourselves.
But to Will, I am a housewife. He said so. He also rejected any of the other labels I listed because none of them bring home any money. And after rejecting me wholly (since housewife is only a fraction of who I am), he continued to tell me what makes housewives happy.
Housewives are happy when they have a roof over their head, food on their plates, a home to clean, a man who is willing to work, and children to care for. Therefore, I should be the happiest woman alive and appreciate him “for a change.”
Hmph.
Double hmph.
Related entry: Grateful.
This entry is one day out of the journal I kept while I was still in the marriage. The whole thing, in order, is the book: My Abusive Marriage . . . and what i’m doing in it. Or read the first pages if you want to see whether it’s for you.