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[aid] => mick
[title] => LIFE IS SIMPLE
[time] => 2004-03-30 10:33:05
[hometext] => Are you tired? Me, too.
[bodytext] => Why is it that life is never simple? All I want is to get along. I feel that the people I love most in the world are the ones who don’t see. I hear “I love you” all the time, but after a while, it doesn’t feel genuine. Does anyone care that I cook for them, do the laundry, wash dishes, clean up after them? I know this is the woman’s role, but have you ever stopped to consider that I’m tired? Everyone says they love me, but I feel like a second class citizen. Is this all there is for a woman? Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, kids and even my life, but why do people change jobs every few years? It’s because they feel trapped. You know, a little fresh air sometimes would be nice. Just a visit from my daughter to give a hand in exchange for all the free babysitting. Just a call from the daughter who left home to be “free” to let me know she’s alive. Just a hand from the son who can’t survive without the tv. Just a pleasant word from the son who doesn’t have one. Just acknowledgement from the husband who only seems to see what’s not done. Why should I feel like everyone wishes I’d left my kids home when I go to a restaurant? Why do I have to hear “Mom, can I have...” whenever I go shopping? Why do I always feel that if my husband touches me, he only has one thing on his mind? Is it okay to feel like you’re a convenience? 1-28-01s [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Rous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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