I am sitting at the bar in my kitchen listening to Billie Holiday waiting, as the pie I baked for my sister's birthday cools, for my parents to come and pick me up. We are going out to my sister's house where my beautiful husband will meet us later this evening. I am missing him to death, kind of like the anxious and desperate first ten minutes after your mom drops you off for your first day of preschool, only I am a grown woman and I know I will see him this evening.
To pass the time, I read this story online, and it could not be more relevant to me at this point in my life. We don't have kids, but everything else fits. I am this woman when she was young and newly married. I have an amazingly gentle and loving husband, and sometimes I just feel like this undeserving harpy train wreck. When I think about it, it absolutely blows my mind.
I don't mean to discount the wife that I am, because I am a fantastic wife in my own right. I just need to recognize that even though we are totally different, we are just right for each other.
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