I Love it
I am a little bit tiddly after three glasses of fizz to celebrate the fact I have made it through yet another week without him.
I’d love to go for a fourth but I would lie comatose on the floor; not a spectacle I wish my husband, let alone my boys, to see.
This is the perennial problem.
I get stressed out about the fact that I am in effect a single mother during the week and then a second class citizen at the weekends.
It is a dichotomy I cannot resolve.
One minute my word is law and the next I might as well not exist.
It is a dilemma I feel ineffectual to resolve..especially after three glasses of champagne.
Here again I could be using the champagne as a shield to hide the fact that I really wish to be in charge of this ship. But is that diplomatic?
If I take charge I am relegating my husband and all his achievements to something akin to a mere funding pool which any second rate bank employee could sell.
If I let him be the BIG I AM then I feel as if I have been usurped.
I know I am top dog
I suppose I just wish every now and then that he acknowledges it too….
Meantime I will opt for that fourth glassed and the sweet oblivion and freedom from responsibility it gives me at the end of the week
After all he has been driving so he has a long way to catch up….