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It Was A Perfect World On The Day I Was Born
How are things in a “perfect world”?
My son told me I’m lucky my husband lets me stay in his house. My blood immediately boiled.
It didn’t help that my estranged husband sat there and didn’t say anything.
We’ve been separated for 5 years. He moved into our vacation home because we couldn’t afford a third residence. That vacation home is half mine.
We worked out an arrangement where I can still enjoy it when he stays in the marital home one or two weekends a month with our sons.
Our son made the comment on a Friday as I was getting ready to go to our other place. My estranged husband sat there and didn’t say anything.
I later remarked to my boyfriend that my son told me I’m lucky Dad lets me stay in his house. He was shocked.
He understood my outrage. The house belongs to both of us.
I went on to further say “It might have been nice if my husband corrected him and told him it isn’t just his house.”
That’s when he said “In a perfect world, he would have said something.”
I thought about what a perfect world looks like. I said, “the world was perfect on the day I was born.”
Well, my world was perfect. My needs were attended to by my parents. There had been no illness, heartbreak, disappointment, health problems, or accidents (other than in my diaper). Nothing happened yet.
The rest of the world had plenty of strife and turmoil on the day I was born, but my world was perfect. I think that may have been the last time.
