I’d like to wave my magic wand and he’ll be there.
You’ve heard Super
Woman. You know the one that does three jobs everyday but still manages to act
positive and smile.
Underneath there’s
not a shred of fear or signs of weakness on her sleeve. No choice but to carry
on. Daily.
Suppose though. You’re
done with being Super Woman.
You’d like the old
school version of relationships where the man, takes care of the woman. Like taking
out the garbage, fixing things that are broken. You know. That kinda stuff.
No more Super Woman watching
“how to” You Tube videos or Google searches. Challenged to fix something broken
when truly, she doesn’t even know how to read a volt meter.
Yup, you heard me a
volt meter.
When I came home tonight
with a list of things I needed to get done, boiling over batteries wasn’t on it. I admit. I had a meltdown.
I am done. So done.
With being the man, me and the fixer.
Going to sleep
tonight with a hot water bottle.
Look for Super Man in
the morning.
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