Me: stuck in middle class suburbia with perfect neighbours who, when they bother to look at me at all, do so with one eyebrow raised. I live in a household where lowering the thermostat is a major battle, where my plans for my garden are being met with hesitation, where the man I love feels that a green expanse of completely useless lawn is a "source of pride".
Her: hobby farm in the country with a huge organic garden. Wood stove full of wood from their own land. Large pond in the front they stocked with trout two years ago. Her husband went out to tap their maple trees this weekend. Some years they raise meat chickens, and some of these chickens get traded for half an organic cow. My friend lenjoys her life in the country, but in her words, "It's my husband who is really in to all this, I could take it or leave it."
But but but but....that's my dream life! I feel like telling her, "Listen, if your husband ever goes all Big Love on you, give me a call."
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mmm big love. seal me on, sister-wife. lol.
I'm totally pro Big Love. I'd get to sleep alone most nights corner to corner on the bed; the housework would actually get done and stay done, instead of the mad scramble it always is; canning would be so much more fun; I could get back to quilting because it's much more productive with a team. Sister wives make so much sense to me. Heck, I need a wife- no, make that two. Just- no babies, please...
I feel your pain.
This is the kind of thing that happens to me and I stuggle not to be jealous. :(
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