It occurred to me today while lifting at a local gym, I am weak. Literally, without enough strength to perform basic tasks. Only when Dave is along can I correctly adjust the weight machines. I am not strong enough to change some of the settings. When I went to do the overhead arm press, I sat down after an older woman. No surprise she was using 70 more pounds than what I can lift. Pretty pathetic. Guys at work help me carry stuff to my car, pull the lids off my soup cans and even unscrew bottled water for me. It would be tough for me to function without them. Recently I heard Tracy Morgan say in an interview that he wants a strong woman who’s weak enough to need him. I thought that nailed what I am to Dave. Not only do I lean on him for emotional support, I depend on him to physically assist me. When I lived alone, I don’t recall how I managed. Seriously. A relationship expert said on a talk show that some times women need to let the man open the pickle jar. Don’t be too independent, in other words. I don’t have to pretend to make that happen. Before I married Dave, I just didn’t buy pickles.
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 21
This post was written by Tara on April 15, 2010