I sat in Starbucks waiting for the book club to start. The Drama Queen was there on her lunch break. She spent nearly half an hour telling me about her recent trip to see her in-laws, and how her husband can do nothing right.
I feel sorry for the guy.
Then she showed me a necklace he'd gotten her and a ring. It was a beautiful set, gold chain with a heart shaped charm with a diamond on it. Classic actually is what I called it when she showed me. The ring, it seems not so much, as it was a light blue colour. The issue was she wanted a diamond as well.
I know I shook my head, as she still wears her engagement ring plus her wedding ring on her hand, wouldn't a second diamond be confusing?
And you know, sort of pointless?
I seem to have gotten into a bad habit when it comes to conversations with TDQ, and that is to pat her on her hand and say to her "at lest you have a husband".
I started to think about the way we value the men in our lives. I know I've posted about this before more then once, and well the types of pressures we put on them. And I'm not just talking about boyfriends/husbands but all the men in our lives, including the ones that are on the edges of our lives. (like our heroes)
We seem to expect feats of superhuman status from the men in our lives/our heroes, and when they come up short, when they are just human, we blame them. I'm not innocent on this, as much as I wish I were, I've romanticized more then one man over the years, only to have my view of him shattered like pale glass when I realized he was just a man.
I do not have any words of wisdom here, just going to say to the guys out there that are reading this, to The Celebrity, The Other Guy, Mr. Scratchy, Starbucks Dude, Radar and any other wrestlers that I am unaware of who reads me; I love you boys just the way you are. Warts and all. Whether you're fully in my life or just on the tip of it by way of a ring apron; thank you for being you and putting up with me and my grammatical errors {in real life or just by computer screen}
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