By: Mia L. Hazlett
There was nothing like spending time with my girlfriends. Last night wasn’t enough. I needed them right now, but I knew we all had our own lives to live. I always thought my husband was my soul mate. Really, he was almost my best friend. We’d been together for 22 years and married for 18. In our world, we were soul mates, but in my heart and mind, those four women I sat with last night truly knew my soul.
On a scale of 1-10 of being myself, with my husband I am at about 9 and my friends a 10. I know I sound like a bitch, but I cannot completely be myself with my husband in only one relationship in my life. He knows everything about work, my friends, my family. But to keep the peace in my house, I have to watch what I say about his mother. I couldn’t tell him that I wrestle with being Godly and saying fuck that bitch. What? He would lose his damn mind. It felt so nice saying it last night. I was able to be myself and vent my frustrations to my soul mates.
Now I sat in my room on my lazy Sunday. Once a month I got a vacation in my house from the other creatures that inhabited it. I woke up at six, made myself a nice breakfast, and got my coffee. I returned to breakfast in my bedroom and lounged out on my couch. My six year-old attempted to interrupt, but my husband intervened.
I honestly think this is what has saved our marriage. He chose to have one Saturday a month and I chose a Sunday. We can use it to go out or stay in, either way we get time to ourselves. Our bedroom became sacred territory. No one was allowed to come in under any circumstances. Unfortunately, our new guest felt the need to violate this rule. She had been in here twice this morning. “Are you going to stay in here all day baby? You do have children you know. I know when I had my kids, I just couldn’t get enough of them. There was nothing so bad about them that would make me want to hide away on a couch all day.”
How did I put this before? Fuck that bitch. Amen.
© 2013 Mia L. Hazlett