“May the most you wish for be the least you get.” ~ Irish proverb

I’ve been married before. No secret of that, so has he.

In previous relationships, I ran all the errands and all the shopping . . . alone. He couldn’t be bothered to join me, he held down the fort at home. Mind you, the children were with me, so it wasn’t as if he was parenting, he was simply sitting at home doing whatever he wanted.

Today, I had errands and a hair appointment. I woke up with a dizzying headache. Fully expectant that I would hoof it alone, I was surprised when he said, “Let’s go get you some coffee and some breakfast.” Off to Starbies we went. Coffee ordered and a breakfast sandwich in hand, I figured we’d head back home and I’d finish up . . . alone. Thou shalt not judge thy current relationship based on inadequacies of past partners!

We ran the errands. We went to the hair appointment. We held hands as he drove, having conversations about the kids, telling jokes, talking about our mutual school years and friends. We stopped and had lunch before coming home. What an eye opening experience. Gasp!!

I am now part of a partnership, not the caretaker of an adult along with the children. At this point in time, our children are grown with families of their own. The difference is like night and day, I look forward to mundane tasks as I no longer am expected or have to do them on my own. Life on Mudd Street is going to be a new experience for me.