Originally Posted by
HIU8
After DS was born he would call and say to just leave DS with DH so we could go out to get a bite to eat. I tried to explain to him that I just could not drop things at 5 and go get dinner anymore.
Curious ... why? I have this issue with a couple friends who just won't go out and socialize anymore. They're girls, so it's not a cross-gender thing. But I've always been puzzled by this approach where once you're married and especially after you have a child that it becomes unacceptable to leave your child with your spouse for an evening of socializing with a friend. Not every week! Just, ya know, a few times a year, let's catch up, have a burger, see a movie, have friend time. Are you saying it's just because he's male, or do you feel this way for any friendship?
My DH has poker once a month like clockwork, and I encourage him. I say, go get out, leave, have a great time, don't come home till you've had your fill of fun, cuz you work hard and dedicate yourself unselfishly every other day of the month, so have at it, Honey. And he does the same for me, tho admittedly, I have more on my plate than he does extra-curricularly, but I'm on my own with DS four days a week, so it kind of works out :-). But, I have two friends who don't espouse this. Long long term friends. It's frustrating for me, but I respect it and just deal. So, I'm interested in this and why it's not ok to, if planned properly, just leave your DC with your DH and have a night out with a friend.
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Originally Posted by
HIU8
He is single and goes to comic shows and dresses up like his favorite comic book character. Really now.......you are over 35.....
This is bad? I love Star Trek and go to Trek conventions often (well ... not lately, but it has been a big part of my social life), and while I'm not a dresser-upper, I know lots of people who are, and they're of all ages. Most of them are normal!
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