Dec
04
By: Carrie Ann
Sometimes I just don’t want to do something.
Most times that something is small.
Like taking off his filthy, smelly boots when he gets home.
I want to whine and suggest he do it himself.
And then I remember;
Only I get to do this for him.
No one else.
Just me.
And I remember that it’s a privilege.
And I do it with a smile.
Perhaps I need to remember that more often.
Keep it just that simple.
I hate it when I’m all comfortable in the bed watching TV w/him & he says, “slavegirl go fill up my drink.” But, you know, if he gets up & gets it himself & doesn’t ask me I feel bad.
December 4th, 2007 at 10:01 pm