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I still don't know what I want.
Jul. 28th, 2009 02:28 amBut I know what I don't want, and it's to be a wifey.
My brother's girlfriend (who lives here, or something? I don't know. She never leaves. No, never. She doesn't get mail yet -- which is another story for another post, the mail -- but still. She's started calling my parents "Mom" and "Dad"; I sense a little bit of what was once a double-standard, and I have to admit I take offense) was merrily cooking in the kitchen yesterday evening, making something for my brother -- JUST my brother, not even herself -- to eat when he got home from work. She went to sleep hours ago, but left him a note telling him where his dinner was (because, apparently, my mother's food wasn't good enough, and he can't be bothered to make himself a sandwich (or do what I do and just go to bed)). She was doing his laundry and all sorts of other little chores for him for when he got home.
I have to admit, I was kinda disgusted by that. More so that I was so miserable with my lot last year I would have rathered to be cast into that role (and willingly offered it). I know I was really unhappy (or crazy), but shit, I didn't know I was doubledoubleplusunhappy.
I would like to be someone's wife one day (I very much miss having someone to care for and having someone to care for me), I just don't want to be his maid. I don't want him to be my maid, either, because that's unfair. We'll probably live off of pizza. I don't see a problem with that.
My brother's girlfriend (who lives here, or something? I don't know. She never leaves. No, never. She doesn't get mail yet -- which is another story for another post, the mail -- but still. She's started calling my parents "Mom" and "Dad"; I sense a little bit of what was once a double-standard, and I have to admit I take offense) was merrily cooking in the kitchen yesterday evening, making something for my brother -- JUST my brother, not even herself -- to eat when he got home from work. She went to sleep hours ago, but left him a note telling him where his dinner was (because, apparently, my mother's food wasn't good enough, and he can't be bothered to make himself a sandwich (or do what I do and just go to bed)). She was doing his laundry and all sorts of other little chores for him for when he got home.
I have to admit, I was kinda disgusted by that. More so that I was so miserable with my lot last year I would have rathered to be cast into that role (and willingly offered it). I know I was really unhappy (or crazy), but shit, I didn't know I was doubledoubleplusunhappy.
I would like to be someone's wife one day (I very much miss having someone to care for and having someone to care for me), I just don't want to be his maid. I don't want him to be my maid, either, because that's unfair. We'll probably live off of pizza. I don't see a problem with that.
