as I sat beside the most gorgeous sleeping creature I’ve ever seen in my life, my husband, I looked at him with great awe but with mixed emotions. I asked myself, “what have I been doing lately? why have I not had enough time to attend to all his needs? he always had to worry what to eat for dinner because no one cooks for him, but didn’t i vow to be his helping hand at all times? why does it seem that i barely have time to take care of him? am i too obsessed with my own career now that i'm slowly taking him for granted?”
the stone of realization just hit me right on the head.
now i’m thinking, do i really want to work or i’m just too afraid to lose my means of having my own money? because come to think of it, if i would stop working now and just choose to become a plain housewife, then i would no longer have the means to buy myself those things that i have always wanted without having the need to explain. i mean, i’ve been depriving myself of that much desired luxury ever since I started working and now that i can already give myself the freedom to splurge on things that I have always sought after in the past, i need to give it up to become a better wife? i know he will give me money if i ask him but there will always be “that” need to explain, those awkward thoughts, and really, it’s just gonna be so weird and unusual and uneasy for me. don't get me wrong, he's generous and i know how much he loves me. it's just that, i'm not used to being so weak financially. i've been working for five years already, so it wouldn't be that easy for me to rest and be without my own income to survive. sigh (looking at him again). but as I’m typing this, I know that giving up my own selfish demands and guilty pleasures will all be worth it if it means seeing this handsome and seriously HOT guy right here happy and well satisfied every day.
hmmm… the year is nearly over, so I guess I’ll just have to wait for the coming year and then decide which way to go. i love my job or at least I thought I do, but I’m 101% sure that I love my husband. so I’ll see next year how to best end this eenie-meenie-miney-mo thingy in my head.
goodnight y’all!