C,
It’s hard to put fingers to keyboard after your husband informed us at R’s party that he doesn’t find our weblog funny. Not interesting or intellectual might be one thing, but ‘not funny’ is like a knife in the heart. Being married to such a man must be like being married to my youngest, who blithely informed me the other day that I looked ugly with my hair tied back. Useful, whenever you need an honest opinion, perhaps, but on no account to be attempted by persons not in direct possession of one’s genetic code. Doesn’t he realize that we have nothing else? That as our looks fade, our bodies decay and our minds atrophy in the salt mines of motherhood, we were relying on this blog to bring us fame and fortune – or at least the comfort of knowing that someone else wants to hear about our lives? God knows, we can’t rely on our spouses for that.
Faithfully,
P.
