Friday, November 02, 2007

Roses are blue

I love my husband, JP. He and I were friends -- are friends -- before our relationship became something more than special. (This Christmas will be the 21st anniversary of our first date.) He has stayed by my side despite my crazy family. He encouraged my dreams more than any other person could possibly have, and helped me to make them come true. We've traveled and had adventures together. He brings me roses -- he brought me these yesterday. Now he is the father of my child and will teach Fly what it means to grow into a man. JP and I have a bond.

So when he said he wanted to go to a car race today that's four hours away, I told him he should go.

But I still resent that he's going to a race (for fun), while I couldn't go to an important writer conference related to my book (for professional reasons).

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10 Comments:

Blogger Bloggy Mama said...

I neede to know, if you get roses more frequently than I do (which is, like, never) do you still dry them? My hubby has a theory that I dry my flowers because I want to capture the memory as I am so rarely a recipient of them. I told him to get me flowers more often, but that didn't work.
So, do you dry them?

11:50 AM  
Blogger Damselfly said...

Hey, Bloggy Mama, I suck at drying flowers. And then I don't know what to do with them. They just get dusty, and you can't really dust them.

Do you have a blog? I see you commenting here all the time but don't know how to respond to you.

12:14 PM  
Blogger Kristi said...

Very nice flowers! My husband brings me flowers too, on occasion, and they never cease to make me feel lucky to have him, even if he did do something royally stupid that same morning. ;)

That said, regarding the husband going to the race while you weren't able to go to the conference, I don't blame you one bit for resenting it. My husband just returned from a 4-day weekend in NC, where he was visiting a friend. I haven't had four HOURS away from my daughter since she was born. Women's lives change so much more than men's do when children come into the picture.

12:55 PM  
Blogger Amanda said...

Permission and bitterness are not mutually exclusive. Will there be another conference?

4:22 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

I understand.

My hubby goes ice fishing for 3 days every January with some friends. While I do go out for supper with my friends about once a month, it just doesn't seem to be on the same level.

But if I did leave my kids for 3 days I'd miss them.

So, I have issues.

4:57 PM  
Blogger theotherbear said...

I don't think you'd be human if you didn't feel resentment at times. What's pretty impressive though is being so balanced about it at the same time, and instead of stewing over it, recognising it and verbalising it (here).

5:13 PM  
Blogger Janet said...

I adore my husband while I simultaneously resent his freedom.

I think it's okay.

7:59 PM  
Blogger Cathy said...

I know that resentment too. So, I'm sure, do many others. There's absolutely nothing wrong with acknowledging it. (something I do often, and rather loudly)

11:47 PM  
Blogger h&b said...

Wow ! 21years ?!
You should get a sitter and go out somewhere fancy for dinner, I think.

( and I thought WE waited a long time before having kids :)

12:30 AM  
Blogger Nadine said...

I'm sorry you didn't get to go to your conference. I understand how disappointing that could be.

1:18 AM  

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