What Kind of Wife are You?

A classification of different kinds of wives, on how they relate to their husbands in marriage, translated…

On a gathering of girlfriends, the subjects of discussion usually revolved around family, after we’d ranted on our husbands, we’d started, telling one another how bad our kids were, in the laughter, the garbage that was inside of us got cleaned out.  We’d sorted ourselves into three groups, “hands, no legs”, “no hands or legs”, and “with legs AND hands”.

C’s husband is very clingy, would often buy her goodies as rewards, and, is more than glad, to act as her chauffeur, but, whether or not she gets to join us, is entirely dependent on her husband’s mood that day.  One day, C headed out on her own, one, she’d not want to bother her husband like she’d always done, secondly, there’s a lot more fun, than taking the MRT to where she’s headed, but, afterwards, her husband gave her the silent treatment for three whole days, and so, she’d, raised up that white flag, and, allowed him, to keep “working” as her personal chauffeur.  But, this chauffeur, is a super boss at home, doesn’t do household chores, and, C became known, for working her hands to the bones, but lost the abilities of her legs, the “Legless Handy” kind of a wife.

Last year, T and her husband both became retirees, gone all over to travel.  On the days that they rarely stayed at home, she’d become, a princess, had someone wait on her, hand and foot, the husband took care of EVERYTHING around the house.  And, when she’d had an outing with her friends, no matter how far, her husband would, be at her beck and call, and, that was, beneficial to us too, we’d, hitched a ride with them from time to time.  Although T is able-bodied, but, she’d given up her abilities, and so, she’d become, “legless and handless”.

L’s husband handled things very effectively and well, took care of the garden on the outside, as well as the kitchen on the inside, other than not being able to give birth to kids, there’s nothing he can’t do.  And, by reason, L should be a member of the “Blessed Wives”, but, it isn’t, naturally so.  Her husband is a true believer of gender equality, they’d taken care of half of the seven tasks after they leave the house, anyplace that the MRT gets to, she’s on her own, L was forced, to become strong and self-reliant, in the only one who DARES drive on the roads, of us all, we’d jokingly called her, “single hand and single footed”.

As for me, I’m a, combination of them all, when I opened up my mouth, my husband would comply with my requests one-hundred percent, but, I’m, thin-skinned, always hoped, that he could, know my needs and help out on his own.  For a very long time, our interactions became tense, because “you’d guessed it wrong, I got disappointed”, and, after adjusting, for a very long time, we’d finally found a way that both of us adapted well to.  So, what kind of a wife would I get categorized as?

So, that, is how the various couples interacted with each other in marriage, some men wanted control over their wives, so, they’d, taken them all over town, and others, they just, don’t want to be bothered, because they’re, busying about their own things, and the wives become, self-reliant, and, there are the wives, who fall somewhere in-between the two polarities.

About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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