A Roommate or a Wife?

By

Jane Royce

Some days Roy just doesn't get it. He comes home, tired and like a bear to me and the kids. He stinks yet I have to each the clothes. He doesn't want to do anything around the house unless I make a list and then he complains about how there's just not enough time for him in his life.

I feel the same way. I have tried to reach out, with no success, I am at the end of my rope. I don't know what else to try, or do. I just want to curl up and cry, but I must be strong for the kids. They miss their dad too.

So, do I resign myself to a life of being a roommate or do I try again to be a wife?

I put up with all of Johnny's injuries, all of Stokers' famous spaghetti recipes, Chet's foolishness, Roy's impromptu gatherings in our home, which I am seldom prepared for and what do I get in return?

As of on cue, Roy enters the kitchen, catches me in thought,holds me from behind and carries me upstairs to the bedroom. He whispers only one thing to me, something that shocks me to the core.

"Honey, I love you and I never tell often enough, in the little ways.....but I do. I want to make a baby with you, and I want to try now.

Peace reigns again.