Tuesday 7 January 2014

An Empty Trophy




I’m just saying, is it possible that there is such a thing as women who make being a wife/mother/housekeeper into a ruthless career move? I’m not referring to ordinary stay at home mums of which most of the time I was one.  It’s just that I sense there are some for whom maintaining their position, (one which some men literally can’t function without- SAD), no matter what compromises are involved, is their sole ambition.  To hell with independence, to hell with real freedom, and often to hell with their husband’s fidelity as long as he doesn’t flaunt his behaviour, ie make it obvious.  As long as she has the house, the money, the holidays and the kudos attached to their husband’s career, (this whole description tends to apply only to wives of the rich, famous or at least successful) she is her version of happy. She cares not for the soulmate aspect, the confidante, the sexual match, things that to me are the things that make a marriage work.  They forsake all this so they can stand proud in the family photo as the perfect image (operative word), of official wife, dominatrix of all she, or rather the outside world surveys, no matter how hollow it all is inside.  Not my idea of happiness that’s for sure!

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