Monday, March 09, 2015
It's been a long time since I posted and I doubt anyone ever visits here anymore and that's just fine. I need to vent about something, but I can't really vent to any people. So - here goes. Hubby's firehouse celebrated their centennial yesterday - a big deal. When they first started talking about the celebration a couple of years ago, it was going to be a dinner, wives included. Then they determined they couldn't afford to do it up like that, so they switched to a luncheon with only past and present members invited. I was fine with that. Until today, when I found out that non-members were indeed allowed. They had to fork over $200 - but they were allowed. And wives were not. Bastards. I wonder if they even gave any thought to us during the day. Hell, we were even discouraged from attending the public ceremonies. And then I see a friend post his pictures on facebook. He was there. I get the feeling that our husbands do not fully appreciate our role in the firehouse family - that this celebration should have included us before it included any outsiders - any hangers-on. We are the ones who worry when they are at work, when we hear about an incident that we know they are at - when a building explodes or a window washer is stuck 70 floors up in the Freedom Tower. We are the ones who sleep alone several nights a week, who eat dinner alone and go to parties and weddings and school functions and baseball games and Lord knows what else alone - so that they can do what they do. But we are not important enough to share in their biggest celebration ever - yet people with no legitimate association with the firehouse were. I am hurt. I want to cry. I want someone to share in being pissed off with me. But, I can't tell the other wives. There's nothing to be gained in getting 28 other women pissed off too. Sometimes men can be just so fucking stupid.