No, it makes you a malignant narcissist.
She goes right back out and marries exactly the same kind of guy!
In retrospect, I realized I had this preconceived idea of what a sexy, attractive man should be like. I imagined being married to, well, someone like me. Someone whose job sounds interesting to other people. Someone who walks out the door with a pressed shirt on, a leather briefcase, and a confident gait. Someone who wins bread. Does that make me a sexist? "I always felt embarrassed and guilty—you had all these ambitions for me that I felt like I wasn't living up to," Mark said to me after our divorce.
So nobody was more surprised than I was when I went ahead and fell for another stay-at-home dad.
Here's the difference, though: Jason knows what he wants—and it's not a corner office. He wants to have his afternoons free to hit the park with my daughter or paint or translate the writings of Pablo Neruda. There's nothing thwarted or self-pitying about him. When we're cooking dinner together on Friday nights in a kitchen fragrant with curry, or trying to drink coffee in bed on Sunday mornings while my daughter dances around us, I'm so attracted to him that it's all I can do not to rip his clothes off then and there.
Put it this way: Whether it's me or the fort he's holding, I think it's damn sexy.
I'm shaking my head here...
You mean Mark's daughter, you bitch.
When we're ... trying to drink coffee in bed on Sunday mornings while my daughter dances around us, I'm so attracted to him that it's all I can do not to rip his clothes off then and there.
You want to rip his clothes off in bed while your daughter is there? You'd probably consider it a good learning experience for her to watch.
How long has marriage #2 lasted?
What a waste of ANYONE's life, male or female. Especially translating the writings of an obscure Chilean communist poet.
Wikipedia says he won a Nobel Prize for literature. I must be one of those ignorant conservatives that liberals always like to gloat over, because I never heard of him, but then I hate poetry, too. I'm a real Neanderthal - not like the stay at home dads the author is attracted to.
No, it makes you a malignant narcissist.
It does not seem to bother this lady that the man who is taking her daughter to the park is not her father. I think she is a terribly selfish women who reads to many magazines and bad TV.
She didn't find a second husband so much as a new fashion accessory. A guy whose hobby is translating poetry?! How trendy.
No, my dear, it makes you an egoist: shallow, self-centered, and vain, with no concern for others.
I try to remember to pray for her while I'm at church on Sunday mornings. But I'll especially pray for our nation.
‘Here’s the difference, though: Jason knows what he wants—and it’s not a corner office. He wants to have his afternoons free to hit the park with my daughter or paint or translate the writings of Pablo Neruda.’
Here’s the similiarity. Two weak men knew where to find YOU.
(chuckle)
Why shaking your head? Why surprised?
She was the successful one, and when she got sick of her husband, she traded him in for a newer model. That’s all.
Successful men do it all the time. All the self-awareness this, self-actualization that, talk is just a smokescreen.
DOES that make you a sexist Amy? No, it makes you a narcissist.
"Show me just what Mohammed brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached." - Manuel II Palelologus
Actually she doesn't marry the same type of guy.
Her former husband was not satisfied to be a stay-at-home dad, was embarrassed about it, let it effect his marriage AND his wife's outlook.
The man she married afterward is completely satisfied with being a stay-at-home dad and makes no bones about it.
Was she right to dump the first husband? I don't think so. That is one thing that is wrong with todays society. There is no sense of committment in many marriages. It's not, "till death do us part", it's, "till our concerns of the day take us apart".
Marriage is not something to be gone into lightly. When vows are said in front of family and G*d, to me those vows are made to be kept, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, through the good times AND the bad times.
Just my 2 cents worth.
Another woman who will be old, alone and bitter - guaranteed.
Sounds like the author has a text book case of penis envy to me. She says "like me", then describes a man.
Liberal enlightenment or someone with mental issues that is not smart enough to keep them to herself?
I don’t understand the point of the story. I’ve read it over and over. She left one stay-at-home husband and married another one just like him? What’s the point to the story? Help me out here, people! Aargh! < ;o