david loves me. this i know. for his actions tells me so. oh sorry i slipped into a little "jesus loves me" there. anyways yeah my husband likes, nay, loves me. but that doesnt mean i am not "forbidden" to do certain things. of course i don't mean like FORBIDDEN as if i am someone with his foot on my neck or something. he just strongly opposes all of these things. if i really wanted to put my Big Girl Defiant Pants on i could do anything i wanted. but i wont because that's not how marriage works. here is a short (at least i hope it is short. let's just see how many i can come up with before amending this post...) list of things i am forbidden to do:
-- listen to grateful dead, any kind of techno (even the ambient kind!) in his presence
-- light incense
-- paint my toenails around him or
-- remove paint from my toenails
-- spray perfume while we are both smooshed in our tiny bathroom
-- pick up hitch hikers
-- scrape my knife (intentionally or otherwise) on my plate
-- to own any of the sims games*
-- nothing tye dye shall ever enter our home. well except this but it was "because he was so darn cute"
goodness my life sounds like a real hellhole huh? i mean all this love and support, fatherly involvement, help around the house, hardwork. no it's all a charade of a controlling man who doesn't like strong smells, strange men in the car with his wife and children, and hippy-hater. pray for me dear friends that i can get out of this terrible, terrible relationship someday. somehow!
in his defense he went to go see the hours with me once, and he wasnt even kicking and screaming about it. i boo hoo'd into my popcorn the whole time. this was repayed years later when i was dragged to borat, except i was kicking and screaming. in hindsight, come on! justified!
what are you "forbidden" to do?
*early in our marriage he had to have a sims intervention. like literally he would come home and i would be like "oh, why are you back so early?" only to realize i had sat and played sims for oh, 7 hours.