a housewife - the escaped artist cant be.

the only moment when am thinking of marrying to a man who can take care of me, shower me with tender love, gives me a home, feed me well, is the moment when am fed up about my work. i guess this happens to omos every single working woman. no matter how tough an iron lady we can be in the office, deep down in us we jus want a place where we can retreat n hide from the storms in d corporate world.

during my leave i did the laundry i cleaned the house i cleaned the garden i bathed the pets n i cooked 3 meals a day happily. i did these with no complains becos i know it's not a long term thingy. even it's a long term thingy but i hav to do something else for my own at home. something tht generates income. having the thought of relying ur live solely on someone's income oredi freak me enough. it's the sense of insecurity about myself. one will lose his surviving skills after being in the comfort zone for too long, n i definately do not wanna be tht 'one'.

monday i had a bad day, i wanna be a housewife for tuesday wednesday thursday... till my mood is up and ready to rumble, i wanna go back to my work on next friday n leave my housewife life behind.

but in reality it doesnt work tht way, how can i be a housewife if i cant even accept being married in the first place? i know the answer deep down in me. i will never be a housewife, becos i don believe in marriage at all.

sad me.