Who the Heck are You?
by Rock N Lips
Yesterday my much younger husband and I, (Ms. Retiree for two years), drove up to a coffee shop. Inside We saw a group of coworkers. I opened my car door and said "Oh I can’t go out." (The car next to me was parked too close)
My husband, not knowing I was talking about the car mumbled " Why, they don’t know who the heck you are."
I said "What are you talking about? I’m talking about the car door." I was shocked because he’s never said anything mean like that to me before. And he already knows I have a complex about he and I because, he tends to get a lot of attention and I tend to feel like chopped liver. (Mind you, I’m a Leo and I crave attention.)
Anyhow, I walked into the coffee shop ahead of him and the three coworkers recognized me and greeted me. It made me feel good. And of course he had to yack with them for a while.
He tried to back track what he said to me but I know what I heard. It’s just hard when you come from a job of importance., I was a Payroll Coordinator and of course everyone was nice to me because I processed their paycheck.
Even the grandkids love to run up and play with their Papa. "Papa!!!" They scream. "Hey, where’s my hug?" I’m the one who feeds them, plays games with them and gets their beds ready during sleepovers. Who remembers their birthdays, and buys them presents? But I’m just there for comfort and Papa gets all the credit and hoopla!!
Who am I again?
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