Yes, Whatisis, you're right...obviously I didn't meet his needs...but you can't take a free spirit, put a ring on its' finger, then say you are now my wife - meaning I'm an a-sexual, house cleaning frump, with no brain, no thoughts that amount to anything, undesired object. The image of a housewife, to me, is one that cuts her hair short, gets fat, watches soap-operas and then, when her husband comes home, discusses that the dishwasher may be going on the fritz. I was a business woman, who cares what she looks like, never got fat, trimmed my hair, but it is still below my chest, one that could talk about current events and be independent. Apparently, he thought that my status was or should have been only wife. I was brought up to be independent - that's why I went to college. I wanted a partner, not a controller.
David - I just turned 45 on the tenth of this month...thus 1210...
