I love my husband, really I do.
But recently I found myself thinking of the "standards" set by whoever got to set them.
Why is it that it is expected that married couples live together?
Why would it be considered to be outrageous for married couples to live alone with visits from their significant other?
I completely understand where it would be beneficial to live under the same roof.
Maybe they could each have their own room for better sleep at night.
We all know that we sleep better when there's not a snoring moose next to us.
Maybe you are the moose.
I don't know.
But I feel that there is a bit of one's self that gets lost or taken for granted by the other marriage participant.
Maybe you are the one taking advantage.
I don't know.
You do.
I often think of how I'd love to have my own little apartment.
Where if the dishes are in the sink and dirty it's because of me.
If I come home and the house is still clean because nobody came in and dirtied it up...then ahhhh. Paradise is mine.
The dirty dish raccoon would be at his house cleaning his own dishes and putting them back where they belong.
Not me.
Yes, I'm feeling a bit selfish at the moment.
Dreaming of my own one bedroom apartment.
A small 19 inch TV of my own.
A recliner where I could crochet until I fell asleep.
Wake and go get into my bed for a solid night's sleep.
Then the next day I can enjoy a date with my husband.
Love him.
Kiss him.
Then send him home to his dirty apartment to snore tiles off the walls.
