My husband's trophy wife
I think I’ll call her the Trophy Wife (TW), my husband’s new love, because that’s basically what she is. Let’s face it: I’m not as hot as I used to be, thanks to a couple of kids and a whole lot of school volunteerism. With time and effort, I can vamp it up, but she? She looks darn good all the time, even when she’s dirty – perhaps especially when she’s dirty, after a trip to the beach, with sand hugging her curves. And TW’s fast, and I’m, well, not. I confess that I’m a wee bit jealous. I’m losing hours of “our” time to her. So I told the Guv that for each speeding ticket he gets thanks to her, he has to drive my minivan for two weeks, and I get TW all to myself. I think my trips to Fraiche will taste especially sweet when I arrive there in his new convertible!
When friends read his Facebook status that he was bringing TW home, they were gravely concerned. “Midlife crisis a few years early?” they posited. “What does Rox think about all of this?” they asked. “Uh-oh,” some groaned, “he’s going to have yet more stories to tell involving the police.” When I posted my approval, some friends wondered what was wrong with me. “You drive an un-cool minivan,” they wrote, as if I didn’t know, “And now you’ll watch her drop her top for your husband like it’s nothing?!” “I never objected to strippers anyway,” I replied. Their wives de-friended me.
The way I figure it, the Guv’s a true Californian now. Who, here, in this land of near-perpetual 70-something and cloudless blue sky weather, doesn’t appreciate a convertible? And, doggone it, he works hard; if he wants a toy, especially this one that actually does seat our whole family of four, he can have it! All work and no play makes the Guv a dull boy. So a Trophy Wife in vehicular form it is; he still comes home to me eventually. Of course, that first solo drive to Pescadero made me wonder if he would ever return, but he did, with the biggest smile on his face I’ve seen in a long time. He and I, we’ve fulfilled a lot of dreams together, but this one he pursued and won on his own. I’m proud of him. But in the back of my mind, I do wonder… if and when he actually does have a midlife crisis, what will he think of next?