This morning I was asked by a relative stranger where my husband was. ‘I don’t have a husband’ I replied. ‘No, your partner then, or whatever you call him,’ she said. ‘I don’t have a partner,’ I said. Or a whatever-you-call-him.
I’ve never been in the position where someone has assumed I’m married before.
B and I just watched Becoming Jane on TV and we have decided that the choices are:
- to settle for a man who is good but who you do not love
- to love but never settle with a man who chooses something morally more worthy than you to pursue (missionary work in Africa, for example, or in the case of the film, not ruining your family financially)
- to neither love, nor settle, but to become twisted and dried up inside
- to love a bandit who will neither love you nor settle with you
- to settle with the man you love
Choices, choices, choices. No wonder I don’t have a husband, partner or a whatever-you-call-him.
PS I’m off to walk the Camino de Santiago for the next two weeks, so, although I’ll write something every day, it’s likely I won’t be able to post something everyday. So I’ll fill you in when I get back on September 13!