Jealously is a terrible thing. That is why giving men, or in my case my husband, a long leash, is a must. It’s so long it’s round the block a few times and it just keeps getting longer. I don’t know if he’d agree but I speak for no man.
It probably wasn’t always this way. But I’ve conveniently forgotten that I used to be, dare I say it – needier. I’d like to say that marriage, two children and sheer exhaustion cures you of this affliction. And I’m fully aware my needs now come firmly last, despite fighting this for some time. Instead, I now squirm when people refer to me in the third person or as one of the mummies.
As I was saying, I’m no expert but I believe in the long leash theory.
Keep man’s best friend on a short lease and they’re bound to snap; loosen the leash and they spring back every time.
Not that I’m comparing men to dogs. No, I love dogs.
But if I was to…
My Charlie loves to be clapped, as does his owner.
My Charlie loves to chase a ball, as does his owner.
Mealtimes are a must,
And every night or so he’s prone to a bit of begging.
But he’s very much loved, as is Charlie.