I'm a rather domesticated conundrum.I rather solve my own problems, buy my own things, work several jobs and study what my "heart" desires rather than what my wallet needs. I enjoy taking long walks through the city alone, searching for hidden treasures, parks where I can workout in, and places I can shop organically. I don't enjoy being bossed around. and I much rather be alone at times than accompanied. Yet...I cook, clean,wash clothes, iron...and enjoy it.
Since I've gotten a boyfriend I've been criticized. I've been told I spoil him too much,that he's a "bum" due to how I allow him to live. But has anyone ever thought that perhaps the situation is that way because I made it so?
I've never been considered feminine, my sister making up for this with her extreme femininity.I would bring my mother to tears when I'd come home from elementary school with my hair disheveled, clothes torn , and sneakers stained. Yet here I am, 20 years later, ironing my boyfriend's suit jacket and pants for his concert tonight.
My generation grew up watching The Wonder Years. I specify this exact show not bc of its era-based theme, but because it's the show I'd watch as my mother ironed clothing. I wasn't even in elemetary school and I'd beg her to let me help her iron and fold clothes. Before Melanie was born I was practically my mother's only friend in a town full of people that discriminated the fact that she wasn't 'Merican. She was beautiful, intellectual ( had a college degree which most of the other mothers didn't have), and had resigned from a rather distinguished job just to move to the states and marry my father. All she had for a while was her aunt ( whom was busy with children of her own) and myself. With this said, I was her assistant. My father would be working at the DAW and I would be at home helping my mother cook and clean. I loved it.I loved watching The Wonder Years, Married with Children, and waiting for the Lotto with her. I'd make washing dishes a game ( to the point I wasn't allowed to wash dishes anymore because I was wasting too much water and detergent) and perhaps ruined a couple pieces of furniture due to trying to dust them a little too much.
Twenty years later I'm the epitome of a housewife in the aspect that I prefer my surroundings to be spotless and perfect and I enjoy cooking for others. What is wrong with this?I'm still an independent person, more than some of those who criticize me.I don't plan on getting married anytime soon, never been a fan of the idea, but I like having the company. I enjoy doing those wifey things such as ironing and washing clothes. So yes, I spoil my boyfriend, but it's my own fault. I offer myself to do such things. If I didn't want to he knows pretty well that I make my own decisions.
I have no problem with those who aren't into cleaning and cooking for others ( take note...I'm not saying NOT cleaning is ok...just not enjoying it is completely fine..I'm the weird one ). So why must I get told that what I'm doing is wrong??? Opinions???
