Hello everyone, my name is Samantha, and I’d want to share a tale that I think will inspire other married and unmarried women. See, I work as a steamfitter and have been in a supervisory job for a long, therefore I get incentives and bonuses.
Aside from all of these extra bonuses, I was earning more than $100 each hour! However, earning so much required me to work outside of town, which I only began doing after our son, Terry, was old enough to care for himself under my husband’s supervision.
Because I earned so much, our retirement savings grew, and we were able to spend money on ourselves and our children. I assumed everything was fine between my husband and myself, and he made no specific expectations of me.
However, a few years ago, things began to change for Ben. I believe it has something to do with his growing influence at work. See, my husband works with a group of sexist males who regard women as service providers.
Their influence on Ben became clear in our fifth year of marriage, when he began teasing me for not doing enough cleaning! He’d changed his look to me as a servant rather than a partner, despite the fact that I too work and earn more than him!
What made matters worse for me was that he enjoyed throwing things around, causing havoc in the kitchen before simply resting down on the couch! However, what bothered me the most was when our son began COPYING him!
Knowing how hectic my work schedule was and wanting some tranquility at home, I asked my husband to hire a cleaner, but he surprised me by saying, “NO! “That’s your job!”
I was furious and annoyed by his new behavior, and I told him that in that case, I would not pay for anything because it was his job!
Last Saturday, I was at home with Terry, and after supper, he got up without cleaning up. My son, a reflection of his father’s growing scorn, questioned me. His words, as sharp as knives, pierced through the silence: “Clean this up and wash it.”
He expected me to clean up not only the mess, but also the shreds of my dignity. I EXPLODED and answered with a voice trembling with wrath.
“Young man, believe me, you will apologize and clean up after yourself!” His retort was a cold, calculated echo of his father’s teachings, “No, it’s your responsibility.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!!!
I said angrily, “I won’t lift a finger until you apologize!”
In the midst of the pandemonium of unmet expectations, Terry delivered the words that would set off my departure: “Fine, Dad said that if you don’t do it, we will find another agreeable woman and live with her!”
His final statement was the last straw! That night, as the moon watched, I made a decision that would change the direction of our lives forever!
Tired of battling with a child who was only emulating his father, I took a deep breath and quietly put everything away. I then packed my belongings and headed to see my pal. She and I had long wanted to go on a vacation, and this was the perfect time!
For a week, I refused to answer Ben’s calls while Natalie and I enjoyed our well-deserved vacation. My absence was a mirror that reflected their own mistakes back at them. My mother claimed that she connected with him and that everything was fine, except for the fact that he cried out for me and stated he missed me.
Two weeks later, I returned from my self-imposed exile but went to my mother’s house since I still wasn’t ready to go home. I’m thinking my mother notified Ben about my homecoming since the next day, he and Terry appeared at our door.
My husband and son, now allies in our shared journey, had learned the value of respect and the irreplaceable nature of my presence in their lives.
It seemed to me that not even a speck of dust had time to fall before they were already wiping it away with a ladder in hand!
Apparently, “sometimes people need to be brought down to earth,” I realized. Although our journey was fraught with pain and enlightenment, it served as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the transformative power of respect and love.
