Since marriage it was the most relaxing and splendid September, because I was alone. I do not need
to clean, laundry and cook. I walked in the morning and strolled around in the
evening.
Why did I who like to be alone got married? Getting a green card? To ease the
worries of my old parents? It’s hard to carry my life alone? I do not want
to wander around looking for my partner?
I am going to live somewhere where I am well adapted to the reality even if
I do not have a green card. My father told me that I don’t have to marry, live as you please. My sense
of responsibility to carry my life was rather heavy after I married a poor artist
and had a child. Then it is right to say that I married because I did not want to wander in
search of my partner.
I, who is always single in my dreams, was wondering such as 'I think I was married. Why am I alone now?’ In reality, it is a tired marriage that sucks on a sick husband.
Without my husband, I wake up and go to bed when I wanted to every day that
is consistent with silence. I emptied the refrigerator ate
anything when I was
hungry. I only did
what I wanted to do. There is no need to be aware
of my husband, nor should I be turn down
while suggesting what to do together. It was like a pantomime, which stands on
stage without audience, laughing under the sudden pouring sun while walking through
the dark woods.
My two sons are good at earning their own living and my husband is concentrating
on his work and is raising his final pitch. I’d love to do that, but I got tired of
my life as I work and return to cook and clean up my husband’s mess.
Anyway, the conclusion is that the idea for the wife's
life of a free worked with my husband who wants to concentrate on his work. My husband
sleeps at studio three nights and comes home if I pack seven meals. “Wife, Can I go home
now that I have run out of food,” He calls in a soft and gentle voice.
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