Am I a secretary to my husband, or am I a boss to him?
In this era where gender equality is still being fought-for, I would understand when people think that a husband is the boss and a wife is the secretary.
It’s untrue. I know…! Right?
Nevertheless, when I deal with people, and they get exasperated with me, the first thing they would say is: “Can I speak to your husband…?”
As if saying: “Can I speak to the restaurant manager? I don’t want to speak to a low-life-waitress like you!”
NOTHING... would anger me more than that… as if I am just a daft bimbo…? (As if I have big enough breasts to be a bimbo anyway?)
- One time (and still on-going) I got into a difficult conflict with the visa center in Ghana of the UK Border Agency. After a long tiring discussion, the officer said, “Perhaps you can come again with your husband, tomorrow?” (!!@#$$%^%$$#@#!!) Ha…! As if my husband would know what to say and what has happened… I single handedly dealt with everything!
- Once, a Ghanaian plumber came to our house to fix the washing machine tap. Apparently he refused to take order from me because I was only a woman. He demanded to speak to my husband and so he started to talk shit to me. Needless to say, I called the building management and had that ‘God-forsaken-plumber’ fired at point blank. He shouldn’t have messed with me.
- Well, many other examples but I won’t waste time on them.
I am the brain of the family. Yes, that sounds arrogant, and… trashy, but I am.😀 (I can feel my husband is rolling his eyes behind my back, but let him be)
My husband always comes to me when something needs deciding or when something needs considering or when something needs taking into action.
It’s not because he’s telling me to do those things, as in: “Oi! Secretary! Come here! I need 4 copies of these documents!”
Everything is more like “Excuse me boss… do you think I need to make 4 copies of these documents?”
He appreciates my opinions. He needs my approvals. -Oh bless his heart…😀
Once, my husband told me that he is just like an old faithful dog. He only needs a little love to keep him going. -Oh let’s bless his heart even more…!😀
But nobody is the faithful dog, nobody is the master. Nobody is the boss, nobody is the secretary. We are all just bees in the end. We carry around some little mud with us, we then build a bee hive where there are flowers nearby, and we live happily ever after in that little hive.
My husband happens to be the worker bee.
And I am the Queen bee.
With our little son as a wanna bee.
“bzz….. bzz…. bzz….”
Dian Retno Wulandari. Gender equality, ah… taste the sweetness!
PS: Later that evening, the plumber called my husband and had some man-to-man conversation. The plumber told him that his wife is a bitch. *LOL*
PPS: Do I really look like a daft bimbo? Or does this happen to every housewife??