I owe a LOT of people an apology.
To be clear, though, these people are not individually
specific; the apology I owe is more to an entire group of individuals I have
formerly judged that I shouldn’t have.
I hold myself to be a nonjudgmental person but have realized
that inadvertently, I have managed to find fault with certain people’s life
choices that I really knew very little about.
When I was in college, I noticed that I was unlike a lot of
the people I came in contact with in that one of my main goals in life was not to be a wife and have a family. To
be clear—that was not because I didn’t want those things, it was more because a
predominantly dateless high school experience and general invisibility to males
in general had convinced me I would never have those things (thank you,
therapy). So, as a result, I completely eliminated those possibilities from my
imagined future.
And I guess what my fear and insecurity lead me to was not
just an idea of a different path, but also a judgment of the one I felt so
secluded from.
And I realized I had formed these negative judgments when I
found myself living the exact lifestyle I thought I’d never have.
I am not married and as of yet, have no children, but I am
in a committed relationship where I run a household and take care of my
boyfriend and our four (yes, 4) dogs. I cook, I clean, I do laundry, I decorate
and shop for holidays, I make lunches, send Christmas cards and generally do
everything a (working) housewife does on a daily basis.
When I began this part of my life, I was not particularly
good at any of it… mostly because it had become part of my nature to rail
against it. However, as time has worn on, I have gotten considerably better at
running a household and find that I am actually pretty damn good at keeping all
of the proverbial domestic balls in the air.
However, what is taking longer to change is my mindset.
When I was in college, I used to think that women that only
strove to be wives and mothers were lacking fundamental dreams and desires. That
is not true nor is it fair. Furthermore, I thought women that were content with
nothing more than a domestic existence were limited, basic and sad. And, there
again, I was wrong.
But what I have not been able to remedy is where I fit in. I
want(ed) to be Carrie Bradshaw. I wanted to move to the big city and make a
life there. I wanted to start out small and poor and work towards a profound
life in a bustling city of activity and opportunity.
What I didn’t anticipate was falling in love.
I didn’t anticipate finding a man in this state who I care
so deeply about that staying back and being a domestic partner to was hardly a
consideration.
But here I am. And I feel like a fish out of water a lot of
days.
Hell, when I make a good dinner from scratch and get all of
the laundry done, I feel like I deserve a parade. I feel like I am making such
a personal change and sacrifice that I should be acknowledged every single day.
And that is ridiculous. I know that.
And all I can figure is that I am constantly seeking that
kind of reinforcement because I never thought I would be here and now that I
am, I feel like my acquiescence deserves acknowledgement.
And that is complete crap.
I just haven’t figured out how to satisfy the plans I had
before I fell in love. I haven’t found out how to do this without feeling like
I am selling out to an idea that was ridiculously short sided in the first
place. Logically, I know I am not a failure for moving towards this path than
the one I originally intended, but emotionally I still feel like I am settling.
But I have considered walking away.
I swore I would never settle, and a few months ago, I
seriously considered forsaking it all and just moving- sight unseen- and doing
what I thought I’d always do. And when I really, truly considered the
possibility, I realized that life would only fulfill me for so long before I
would look back to this life and feel unsettled.
So, basically, I realized that there is no “dream life”; not
really. There are different lifestyle choices with discernible upsides and
downsides, but in the end, neither choice guarantees absolute fulfillment.
So here I am. I decided, after all of this thinking and soul
searching that right where I am is where I need and want to be. And I am
working on the lingering draws to the big apple.
But in the mean time, I feel more than inclined to admit
that caring for a household is a lot of work and necessitates a smart woman
with the ingenuity and fortitude expected from a woman charged with running any
kind of business in any kind of market imaginable.
Guess the joke is on me.
I'm sorry. Truly. I was completely, 100% wrong.