I Wish We Had Married a Woman Too
My husband often says to me “I wish I’d married a woman”.
I am usually sitting spread legged in a chair, scratching at the time.
Or I am pointedly not picking up a huge mess for two weeks.
I always roll my eyes, knowing what he really means.
He means “I wish we had married a cook, cleaner and maid.”
I am none of those things. Sure, I used to pretend to be.
Since this incarnation God poured my soul into a female body.
Not my idea, believe me! I resented this from childhood.
When Danny H always got by with yelling out the answers.
Without raising his hand, but if I did it, I got lambasted by the teacher.
I knew better than to point this out after the sixth or seventh time.
She was a mean woman, and partial to boy bodies, not girl bodies.
Then menstruation happened, which was more horrifying.
Boys never have to deal with all this blood and inconvenience.
Being a girl was not my goal in this lifetime believe me.
I feel we are neither male nor female, rather spirits who rent.
Some lifetimes we rent female, other times we rent male.
How I got this wrong this time, I do not know but….
I hate cooking, cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, and doing the dishes.
Luckily, my husband knows this. He is doing the laundry now.
He is also buying the groceries and running the dishwasher.
I think it is fair. I am thirty years ahead of him.
I used to do all the housework and the yardwork.
He would work his measly forty hours and rest.
I am resting now. It is my turn since we did not “marry a woman”.
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