A Wife, And Still A Woman.

I understand that you are busy. That you work Monday through Friday, and come home tired. That sometimes you just want to put the kids to bed and veg out on the couch with the TV on.But what I do not understand is how it came to be that it seems that you have lost your interest in me. I sometimes wonder if you find me as beautiful and charming as you once did. I wonder if I am still funny, or if you still enjoy my laugh and my smile.And I wonder how it happens that I end up upstairs alone,while you sit on the couch. Most of all, I wonder if you understand how it makes me feel.

Lonely, sad, alone, forgotten. As if I am a wife, but like you have forgotten that I am a woman. A woman who wants to feel loved, cherished, and like she is the most beautiful woman in the room. I can now understand how women fall into adulterous sin. Not for the passion, sex or even the thrill, but simply for the chance to feel alive! Like someone acctually wants to make conversation and hear what you have to say. A chance to feel wanted, to feel loved, to feel like a woman.