This marks the start of my journey to domestic bliss as a happy housewife.
Well, actually, the expedition has already begun. Therefore, this marks the start of my public account of my attempts at domestic bliss as a happy housewife.
I know some women (and maybe some men) might cringe at the idea of being a homemaker; protesting loudly about a reversion to times when women were suppressed from living their dreams of a career, thwarted from following their passion. The thing is, homemaking is my passion! I suppose if I had been told it was the only option, because I have tits and lack a bulge in my pants, I might feel suffocated and hopeless... BUT, beautiful and strong women, our mothers and grandmothers, fought for me, for us, to live whatever life we wanted, to not be forced onto a path we had no infatuation or zeal for. They gave us a choice, and this is mine. My passion, my infatuation, and my satisfaction at the end of the day.
Well, actually, the expedition has already begun. Therefore, this marks the start of my public account of my attempts at domestic bliss as a happy housewife.
I know some women (and maybe some men) might cringe at the idea of being a homemaker; protesting loudly about a reversion to times when women were suppressed from living their dreams of a career, thwarted from following their passion. The thing is, homemaking is my passion! I suppose if I had been told it was the only option, because I have tits and lack a bulge in my pants, I might feel suffocated and hopeless... BUT, beautiful and strong women, our mothers and grandmothers, fought for me, for us, to live whatever life we wanted, to not be forced onto a path we had no infatuation or zeal for. They gave us a choice, and this is mine. My passion, my infatuation, and my satisfaction at the end of the day.