Sometimes on a Sunday morning I’ll sit there in the living room or out on the deck when the weather is nice drinking my coffee, reading the paper, and contemplating the world and local events described therein.
My wife sometimes will join me, drinking her coffee and reading her paper about events that are promised, but never seem to happen.
My paper is filled with mostly bad news, but I enjoy reading it, her paper is filled with "good news", but she finds no real enjoyment.
I read my paper leisurely and flip through the pages one after the other until I find something of interest. My wife reads her paper systematically and underlines portions of the page with a yellow highlighter; there is no interest only the obligation to hurry-up and finish her task before she runs out of time.
She showers, puts on her make-up, and gets dressed in her finest formal skirt. I chill out in my old comfortable sweats and ripped tee shirt.
As she hurries out the door on her way to her meeting, she glances back and says with words that are never spoken, poor foolish man, I will lose him at Armageddon because he does not come with me to these vital meetings. But what can I do about it?
And she says goodbye and shuts the door behind her, I sit there and sometimes I shake my head and every now and then I just can’t help but burst into tears for her because this unloving cult runs her ragged. But what can I do about it?
Don’t get me wrong, I truly relish my freedom, I just wish I could share it with my wife, she deservers better; she deserves much better.
Freeman
