I got an email from Amazon showing a lovely floral print dress with a full skirt and a boat neck. Sleeveless.
“That’s a pretty dress,” I remark.
“It is, but I never wear dresses any more and we shouldn’t spend the money on something I will never wear,” she replied
And a little of me died in that exchange. I know what she wears, every dreary cotton knit top, every pair of khakis, every pair of jeans, every pair of cotton panties, every drab white or beige sexless brassiere, purchased at BJ’s or Target or, maybe even the auto parts store, for all I know.
Somehow, crushing attraction or charm, has become her goal in life. Making herself beautiful because it would please her husband doesn’t register with her. And I have no answer.
Rant over
I hate to like this post because it’s heartbreaking….
I can’t imagine myself not wanting my husband to find me appealing. 😦 I dress nice and look beautiful for myself first… but it’s important to me to look beautiful for him, too. We are reflections of one another.
Part of the reason I dress for myself is to keep my sex appeal and self-confidence alive. When I go too long without putting on makeup or getting out of yoga pants, I feel the slump start to come over me. Self-esteem starts to sink. I feel my own sex appeal start to ooze away. A mild depression starts to set in.
Now that I’m post menopause, it’s all that much important for me to stay on my game.
I’m sorry… *hugs*
Thanks, I actually expressed my disappointment in this matter. She seemed to get it. Usually when I express upset with her, she acts so disappointed by here failure that I feel bad about expressing my self. Tonight I did it. I feel pretty good and I don’t really care how she feels.
I get that. Her feelings may be hurt, but she’s been hurting yours in this area for a long time. Sometimes we need a kick in the pants to remind us that we are not in a relationship alone and everything we do ultimately affects our partner.
Yeah. There you go. Let’s see what happens.
My wish for you…. a fun romp to round out your father’s day! 😉
We shall see.
It’s funny, isn’t it? I got dressed up the other day, for no good reason. At some point in the afternoon, MP said, “you’re all dressed up, aren’t you? What’s the occasion?” I said, “Nothing really, just felt like it.” He said, “Oh, well I noticed you were dressed up, thought maybe it was a special occasion.” I said, “No. But thanks.” And then I added, kind of under my breath, “Thanks for noticing, I guess, it’s not like you said I look nice…” and it was loud enough for him to hear because he said, “Oh, it goes without saying that you look nice.” Which made me laugh, it’s so him, and not really true because for real I don’t think he cares what I wear and just barely notices. It’s just interesting how things work.
I hear you. J. notes everything I wear in public. Somehow that this is a two way street doesn’t register.