At bunco the other night, one of my mom friends said something to the effect that she would rather go on a trip with her girlfriends than with her husband. Every other woman in the room nodded and sighed, "Yeah."
Now I know I'm the weird one because I want to go on a trip with my family, kids and all. I want to be with all of them, or I want to be completely alone.
But I am also not weird in that most of the women I know are not all gaga over their husbands. Love them--yes. Friends with them---yes. But gaga, madly in love, PDA with their husbands---most definitely not.
Sometimes I get a little freaked out on Facebook when gals talk about their husbands all sweet and romantic-like. On the one hand, I think it is kinda goofy. It makes me feel funny in the same way that it does when people talk all lovey about Jesus and how he's their personal saviour. A little too emotive, maybe? Whenever I read something like, "I love my man" or "My man is awesome" it makes me throw up just a little in my mouth. (I told D about this one time and commented how pissed I would be if he ever said something on twitter about "my woman," like I'm some piece of meat.)
But at the same time, I envy them their feeling of lovey-dovey. I am not this kind of person, and I sometimes wish I were (and probably my husband does too). I was lovey-dovey back in the days before we lived together when it is easy to adore the person you're with precisely because you are not with them day in and day out for years and years and years.
I'm not sure what this says about me. Like Popeye, I yam what I yam.