The Trophy Wife Speaks
I have never considered myself a "trophy wife" but after my Uncle's wife referred to me as one this Thanksgiving, I figured I should know what it means.
A "trophy wife" is considered a status symbol.
Huh..and here I was thinking I was being insulted. Silly me.
My point here isn't to lure you into my recent drama. Instead, I'd rather discover what normal families, regular, balanced people like you do when they run face first into the brick wall that is holiday togetherness. Please tell me it's bad all over. Or tell me how to cope. That I'm not alone. Or just how many miles I need to live from my relatives to escape the annual friction.
My family has been a female dominant pack of cats ever since I can remember. Sure, there are men but they don't always thrive among us. Some leave, others are escorted out and a few stay far enough away to remain unscathed, uninvolved...or sane. My husband is an exception to this rule as are many in our generation. It's the older males that seem to have lost the use of their testicles, at least so much as to ignore their crazy wife calling blood relatives nasty names.
I wonder if, in male dominant families, the drama is less severe, perhaps nonexistent. I am immensely intrigued by the prospect.
But then again, I'm also a trophy wife so what do I know.
Kimberly lives with her family in Virginia where she writes about her daily life on her personal blog Petroville, talks photography at Joslyn Place and mixes it up with her friends around the Beltway on the Washington Times Communities. You can also find her on Twitter @Kimberle...procrastinating housework.
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