The show ‘Desperate Housewives’ was one of my favourite. Although highly exaggerated with their family, secret lives, tricks, trysts, affairs, murders and all these whilst maintaining a perfect looking household in a well to do suburbia and giving an appearance of a perfect life ‘to-die-for’. As a single young lady in her 20s, watching the series almost every night at 8.30pm, in my cozy bachelorette pad in Sydney whilst having TV dinner alone was my idea of a perfect night after a long day of work (I finish work at 5.30pm every day!). It gave me a glimpse of how hectic and crazy married life can be and to remind myself to enjoy my single life to the fullest while it lasts. Most of my friends back then were single ladies as well so we more or less concurred with this notion.
Fast forward 5 years later, I am now a happily married woman. Most of my friends are married with kids. Last night when I watched the ‘Desperate Housewives’ reruns, I realized that I no longer found it ‘funny’ but instead empathized their struggle and I can even identify among my circle of friends the Susan Meyer, Lynnette Scavo, Bree Van De Camp, Gabrielle Solis and Edie Brit.
What I find causing so much worry and tension among us married woman is the idea of ‘perfection’. Often, when we marry, we fall in love with the ‘fantasy of marriage’ rather than the man himself and the life that we built and what hurts the most is finding out reality is far different than the ideal life they envisioned.
We almost never ask ourselves and have a back-up plan, for “What if live does not turn out the way we thought it should be?”
We want a perfect career, whilst at the same time a perfect happy family with children that make us proud, interior designed home with top notch appliances, best and beautiful clothes and accessories, enviable continental car and a happy good looking husband in tow.
But often times, we found ourselves at work until the middle of the night and even weekends trying to bring in the money and resources to bring our dreams of the perfect life into reality.
But, by the time we get the perfect house, kitchen, children, and husband and family, we are NOT even there to enjoy them, often returning home fully exhausted and only an ounce of energy left to drive home and go straight to bed. Worst still we yell at the slightest annoyances and efforts to start a conversation when all they want is our attention. We see them as not empathetic of our struggle and not understanding of the needs of a career woman.
After a couple of years we forget how it was to smile, laugh and feel pleasure again and all we can remember is the pain of missing the important events and moments with our loved ones.
Or we can choose a heartless existence where we pretend that we do not care, love and want to be close to anyone. For fear that our hearts will be broken beyond repair.
But at the end of the day, when you are on your death bed waiting for your final moments to arrive, how would you like to be remembered and what memories would you bring to grave?
It is not easy.
We need money to live, pay rent, our bills and send our kids to the best school out there.
But where do we draw the line? How do we know when we have crossed the line?
We sometimes don’t.
But when we do realize, let’s just hope that your loved ones are still there to give you a warm embrace and simply happy to have the ‘real’ you back.