Sistaz!

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“I don’t want to do this any more,” said one of my colleagues, a woman in her 50s, as we left the building. “I just want to spend my days riding my horse. But my husband doesn’t earn enough to keep me in the custom I’m used to.”

“Nice. Have you told him so?” I grinned.

“But that’s how it used to be,” she said. “We were always told, ‘Find yourself a rich man who can keep you’. I didn’t want any of that, I wanted to be independent. But as you get older... I should have gone to the south of France and shown myself off on the beach when I still had my looks. Far too late now. My daughter’s the same. She used to go out with [international UK rugby player]. Very tall. He used to fill my kitchen. She used to say, ‘But mum, he’s boring’. I’d say, ‘I don’t care. Stay with him!’. But she didn’t. She’s too much like I used to be. Still, she’ll learn.”

Comments

[pageantmalarkey.livejournal.com]

There's pros and cons to it all (the being a woman or being a man thing). My body (yes, that old thing) means I never have to open a door for myself (provided there's a bloke about), however it also means I get shrieked at whenever I walk down the street unless I wear baggy jumpers and/or keep my hand locked firmly in Jon's (even this is sometimes not enough of a deterrent).

On the subject of supporting the other, I'd love to do this for Jon, but the favour will need reciprocating when I have to sprog.

[chiller.livejournal.com]

means I never have to open a door for myself

ZOMG really? I'm assuming you don't work in London, then?