My husband thinks I'm having a mid-life crisis. This morning I told him I was going to be honest about my feelings, needs, wishes, and he asked me, "Is this a mid-life crisis?" Well, maybe it is a crisis - for him. No more 3rd and 4th arm to assist him, no more personal assistant to toss his leftover details on, and no more crutch for emotional and personal insecurities. He's on his own. To clarify, I will provide the best in love and friendship, help and support that I can - but his happiness, his effectiveness, his purpose in this world is all in his hands. It always was, but he thought my job was to help him carry it. Consequently neither of us were very happy with each other. I can see how this would constitute a crisis for him.
I, on the other hand, feel reborn. If it helps my husband accept it, he can label it as a mid-life crisis (I always was a little ahead of myself in personal growth stages). If I had to label it, I'd call it a re-genesis. But I don't have to.
2 comments:
There is nothing that makes me happier at this moment than the fact that you are now blogging. Yippeee!!!
Hey - the question I have is this...do these midlifecrisisregenesis moments have to always come just after I have left? He is going to bann me from the house soon. Oh well...I am so proud of you.
Thanks man. You are the wind beneath my wings.
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