Losing yourself
We only take a good look at what we have become when we start to lose what we are!
Why is it that women change so much when we get married? Why do we get so complacent that we stop caring about our appearance and our manners? Why do we eat too much pizza? Walk around in our worse pyjamas, let the roots of our coloured hair grow too much. Why is it that we stop buying sexy underwear, why do we always feel too tired to make love to our man? why do we turn into complaining, controlling freaks...
Men hate all that... they hate how we become their mums, they hate it that we tell them what to eat, what to buy, how to dress and even who to talk to... They can't stand the fact that somewhere along the way they became the weaker sex in the relationship and allowed their woman to dominate. And then they start to wonder, where is the sexy young thing that made them feel so manly all those years ago? They hate it how all conversations are about kids, and school and clothes and mortgages. How all the weekends are spent carrying children from one activity to another, seating in front of the TV and eating way too much. They see their weight increasing, their white hairs appearing and all the excitement disappearing from their lives...
The wake up call comes when our man mets his 20 something year old affair, probably stunningly amazing and several years younger than us, parading in front of him in her high heels & mini skirt without a care in the world. This woman comes without all the baggage that the wife represents! I'm sure she has no headaches when it came to sex time, or hung ups about her post baby body shape. I bet they never run out of interesting conversation over drinks! The secret meetings & phone calls only make the whole thing so much more interesting.
This woman walks into someone else's life and oblivious to us, it happens to be OURS... so when it finally clicks, we decide that "It is time to take our life back"... ok maybe not all of it, but at least the part that interests us! So we join the gym, change our hair, start eating healthy, hell we even decide that sex may be on the cards... We go on a shopping spree (with our man's money), and buy lots of skirts and dresses, Suddenly we are done with the tracksuit pants!. We experiment with makeup, practice lots of smiling in front of the mirror (above all we want to be & appear happy), and head off to face the world purposely aiming for someone to notice the change... as it happens lots of people do, including our man.
Question remains... when did we start losing ourselves so much that we stopped caring what we looked like? When did we stop caring whether we were attractive to men. When did we become boring and uninteresting? Was it in the midst of all the house cleaning and laundry? Was it because we were so sure that our life as we knew it was guaranteed? Was it because we started to take everything for granted? Did all the responsibilities of our life take over so much that we became so serious?
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