"A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places." -Isabelle Eberhardt
"A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places." -Isabelle Eberhardt
I’m having a love affair with Meg Wolitzer – Denver, CO
Aimee Geurts • Jun 10, 2018

Everyone needs a wife; even wives need wives. Wives tend, they hover. Their ears are twin sensitive instruments, satellites picking up the slightest scrape of dissatisfaction. Wives bring broth, we bring paper clips, we bring ourselves and our pliant, warm bodies. We know just what to say to the men who for some reason have a great deal of trouble taking consistent care of themselves or anyone else.

“Listen,” we say. “Everything will be ok.”

And the, as if our lives depend on it, we make sure it is.

I recently read Meg Wolitzer’s newest book, The Female Persuasion , and then immediately followed it up with her 2003 novel, The Wife . The quote above is from The Wife,  near the end of the book, a few pages before the bombshell hits the plot. I had been waiting for something to happen, enjoying the story and yet knowing that something more had to be coming. As I got closer and closer to the end, I felt there had to be more and it had to happen soon and boy, did it. At the time, I didn’t realize the quote above was a big clue to the bombshell and it stuck out to me just the same.

Wolitzer’s The Female Persuasion had a feminist theme throughout, yet was not a book about feminism. It was not a feminist guide or manifesto. The character’s certainly had you thinking about the role of the women, the role of the feminist and yet The Wife was more specific about…you guessed it…the role of wife. I find it interesting that The Wife is nearly fifteen years old and I’m just now reading it and find it to be so relevant. Women have been trying to find their way as wife, mother, self for a very long time and it’s something that continues to be examined, written about, and discussed at length. A quick search on the role of a husband brings up mostly links about husband in the biblical sense and a handful of Focus on the Family articles. Is this not something men think about? Do they think about it and it’s pushed aside because it’s not manly?

In my own relationship, I certainly see myself fitting the quote and yet, it’s not because it’s expected OF me (well, maybe it is now because I’ve made it the norm) and I’m trying to look back and see when and how I decided that was my role. Most of the time, taking on the traditional wife role irritates me and yet, I’ve done it to myself. We joke about trying out a role reversal, especially when I’m bitching about doing the dishes yet again, and I’d really like to give that a try. I recently (this week!) learned how to start the grill, which is very empowering and also now a burden. I liked not being able to grill and here it is, no longer an excuse!

The one thing I’ve still got going for me…I can’t start the lawnmower.

So as with everything….baby steps.

Follow up reading:

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In Great Circle Jaime says, “The compromise is that I’m living day to day without making any sweeping decisions.” I realize I have fallen into this way of thinking. Whispering to myself, everything is fine today. Although I do still enjoy imagining other lives, get caught up in the swell of possibility, for the first time in a long time I feel settled.  Jamie’s sister Marian says, “Is that compromise? It sounds a bit like procrastination. You don’t think you’ll go back to being how you were before, do you?” I know I won’t go back to being how I was before. I know that today. I’m not sure what I’ll know tomorrow. Reading articles about women realizing they are tired of working the corporate ladder and feel vindicated in my low-paying jobs with no benefits. When the farmer in Spain doesn’t reply to my emails about a room and board work agreement, when the Airbnb host in Greece offers me his camper van instead of his home, I decide it’s all too much and I give up. I’m not upset about it. I’m relieved. Instead, I make easy plans to see the Redwood Forest, right here in the good ol’ U. S. of A. I plan to stop in Medicine Bow, WY on my way from Denver to Bismarck next time I’m there. My next adventure is right around the corner instead of a nine-hour flight away. I make plans to make less plans. I stop looking for more jobs. The low-paying jobs I have now are quite fulfilling and they pay me enough to cover my health insurance and put a little aside. What they give me is time. Time to have lunch with my sister-in-law on her birthday. Time to take a 4-day weekend to see my new niece. Time to take a walk downtown on a Wednesday and bring Roxy a sandwich while she slings books at the low-paying bookstore where I no longer work. Time to read all the books in my house. Time to volunteer in the middle of the day. Call it compromise. Call it procrastination. I call it feeling settled.
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