as i contemplate wifedom adventures...
my wifedom is not new. rather it is almost 5 years old! kindergarten here we come! (there is, no doubt, a great analogy to be made there, but i choose to explore other things.)
before i got married, but was engaged, a lot of older, divorced or unhappily married women would make subtle or not so subtle snide comments about my impending nuptials. they would say things like, "good luck" in response to my declaring that i was getting married or "are you sure you want to do that?"
i would always feel the need to respond with glowing tributes to my beloved, i would go to great lengths to illustrate all of his wonderful qualities in order to convince them that i was making the right decision and that i knew for a fact that i was not destined for the kind of regret and disillusionment that they had experienced.
Ah, time, the great teacher. if i had it to do over again, i would tell those bitter old broads to shove it up their fat bitchy asses. because guess what? I'M STILL HAPPILY MARRIED!! the husband that i chose is a fucking gem. i have never met anyone that i want to spend every single day with, let alone every single day for the last 7 years.
i knew it then and i still know it... i was right and they were totally wrong.
as a side note... i am actually not wearing white tights in my wedding picture - i'm just really that pale - i call it clear.
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