Recently I shared an article
On emotional labor with CJ.
It was a thread on how women
Carry the emotional strain of housework
And partners contribute minimally
Until and unless asked.
He didn’t respond
So I asked, did you see the article?
Cj: “Yes, but it just annoyed me.
I was the woman
They were speaking about.”
I don’t play with Obi’m
Because there’s no one like him.
Not in the world.
He carries the weight of our home
In thought, word and deed.
Recently I realised that, seriously,
I put my brain on autopilot
When he’s around.
He doesn’t think for me.
He thinks OF me:
Of my long-term well being
And short-term happiness
Before he thinks of himself.
He’s my safe space.
Happy Father’s Day, Obi’m.
…And Happy Father’s Day
To all present fathers
And good men.
I know so many!
We were raised by them,
And we will raise them.
Oh Wendelyn! 