Or a Stepford lone parent in my case. Which isn't quite as catchy.
I was always fascinated by that film. I wondered why a man would prefer a robot to a woman. And why all their lives seemed so empty.
But I always thought that the essence of a Stepford Wife is that she has no feelings. She flies through her daily duties, a sunny smile permanently fixed to her face. Calm and efficient, she is never cross or cranky or tired, she never complains, and never ever yearns for another life. Why wouldn't everyone enjoy having her around?
Doesn't that sound attractive? Perhaps if I was a Stepford Wife I would get up with the dawn and have a sparkling kitchen floor and freshly baked bread ready for my children when they wake.
All the household and DIY jobs would follow daily, weekly, monthly and yearly rotas and I would fly through them every morning while the children were in school, as well as all the forms, phone calls, emails, post. My lucky children would arrive home to more freshly prepared healthy snacks to enjoy followed by help with homework, and lots of friends and activities all perfectly planned to fit the hours until bedtime.
If I couldn't feel, I would never get angry with the kids. I could always remain perfectly calm. Isn't that how a perfect mother should be? Especially the mother of a child with Asperger's?
Being unemployed or sick would not matter, a Stepford Wife would just take it in her dainty stride.
It really does sound better doesn't it? Feelings are for the young, surely? The delight of young children with a new toy or a new experience, the passion of young love, and the joy of being a new parent. They are merely exhausting in middle age.
Now most feelings seem to be about grief. Grief at the loss of parents, friends or family. Grief as you and those you love start to lose their health and their youth. Grief at all the things you have to give up and those you never got to try. The loss of jobs, ambitions and hope for the future. Fear of what lies ahead for yourself and your children.
Now you have to bottle up feelings, make yourself appreciate all the little things, a shaft of sunlight, a red umbrella, a happy child.
My friends on Facebook often post stuff like this:
Says it all really, so I don't moan on Facebook anymore. Mostly.
But this is MY space.
And until I make it as a Stepford Wife I need somewhere to vent my feelings.
What about you? Do you value your feelings? Or not? And how do you vent?