Train Time No: 10

Today, it’s the 6:08 bound for Homewood.

I was thinking about my wife the other day…

something that I do quite often, and an interesting thought came to mind.

When we say:

“My Wife”

Is this the same as saying ‘my house’, or ‘my cat’, or even something as simple as ‘my pencil’?

It’s just that it sounds so possessive; like she is an object bought and paid for and now owned by another…

The same can be said about ‘my husband’, and ‘my girl/boy friend’, or even ‘my kids’.

Another phrase that I have always thought was interesting happens to be one that you don’t hear much any more, or think about much:

When a man addresses ‘his wife’ and expects her to submit to performing her ‘wifely duties’

Historically, among other things, this meant her obligation to allow and to perform sex…

Now… normally, this is not a bad thing, but put this way, it’s rather one sided and self centered.

I’ve always considered myself an old fashion guy however… If the above are examples of old fashion values and ways of thinking, than I must be more of a modern man than I thought.

I suppose ‘my wife’, however can also infer a sense of chosen and legal devotion and obligation between two people. Even ‘my kids’ can be seen as meaning a description of origin and dependency.

To me:

The most important thing my ‘marriage partner’ brought me was a chance to spend as much time as possible with my best friend.

Best Friend is a title I can live with, and if done right, will open up all the other parts of an intimate relationship that one desires, and more.

And sex…

Well to me, this is a privilege, and an honor, especially for a man. In my book, I am blessed to be allowed to share that part of her, and grateful that she is interested in me.

I have no receipt or title and therefore I own nothing. I do however share love and trust and devotion, on many levels: legally, morally, in the eyes of god and the state of Illinois…
And because I like it this way.

The only way to get love…
Is to give it away; therefore: I have nothing!
So then:
The only way to have love, is to give her the freedom and respect to want to give it back.

…Now I’ve got something!