my revelations from marrying too well 04 NOVEMBER 2012 Been doing a lot of thinking and maybe even wondering how I in the world I was blessed so tremendously to go over 25 years and never to feel the pain of insecurity ,infidelity, mental or physical injury, never to be disgraced or belittled, to be called anything other than the name my parents gave me. When I married the perfect man over a quarter of a century ago, I felt pretty smart for not messing up the biggest decision of my life. He was and is intelligent, interesting, kind and funny. What I didn’t foresee was one small drawback, and it was “ME” everything that that made me love him and feel so secure, would be the same things that made me feel so unloved and scared and undeserving, but, it would eventually be the thing that helped me become whole. I promise I am not being too hard on myself here. I have good qualities. But I have a lot of obvious defects. I can be cranky and impatient and spoiled. I’m always late, and for a while I could not see how good I had it because I had it so good. And many wise people agree that my husband is perfect, His mom, certainly. My mom, my grandmother , his grandmother, my aunt, his aunt and so on and so on, And they would also agree that while I have great qualities – I am generous, I cook great food, I’m really useful for tech support, and a better than great mother, – being perfect is not one of them. But I’m truly happy to have it this way. When people speak about Charles, as they always do, “I love your husband! He is so nice! He’s such a great husband and father!” I laugh at their enthusiasm and agree. I don’t mind looking dim next to a brighter bulb. He lights up rooms. I’m…atmospheric. Most of all, I’m the undeserving smart girl that married the perfect guy.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 22:19:32 +0000
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