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Contradiction

I've spent the past couple of days 'discussing' whether it is better to be married or single...with the wife of the gentlemen that told me he'd rather be married. She seems to think that it's better to be single. I have had to remind myself that she's never been single like I am single...that is, no spouse, no kids, living all alone. She has no point of reference. As angry as it's made me...it's also amused the heck out of me!!! {{Although, since the two of them seem to have differing opinions, maybe they need to talk!!}}

It has been a really rough weak at work...machines not working right...editorial not getting the pages to us on time...machines not working right...Jim not calling the boss sooner...machines not working right...AHHHHH!!!!!

I've got two nights off and I don't know what I'm going to do besides church group tonight...but I'm going to enjoy not being there!!!!

Comments

Jean-Luc Picard said…
Have a good time at home, sit back and relax...
Sunny Delight said…
My first thought, when I read this, was......how old is this couple? how many children do they have? how old is the wife? how much does the husband participate in the "daily" chores, and child raising (if any), so many questions.

I have never lived alone, and even though, there are days, when I realize I would feel quite lonely, it is still something that appeals, probably due to the very fact that I never found out if I could do it on my own.

Plus, there are days, when it is quite blissful to imagine being responsible for no one but myself....we always seem to see life as greener on the other side of the fence......I am glad I have my children, happy that I was able to be a stay-at-home mom for so many years, but there are days, when we lose sight of ourselves as women....and thus we fantasize about the "perfect" life of being single.
Ciera said…
from this side of the fantasy...it's not all that perfect! LOL!!!

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