My Idiotic Husband

A maturing Wife

My Idiotic Husband

At fifty-five you expect me to care for you?

Know that women mature much earlier than men.

I am now older; I may have begun younger than you.

I need your respect. You must treat me as such, remember.

I cannot now love you in that silly way.

Unless, of course, you try to be my elder son.

You want to be my brain; I can’t consider you my heart.

Isn’t something wrong with your approach?

It was your youth that drew me on once. Be youthful

To invite that sort of love again. You can’t eat the cake and

And want to have it too. We’ve walked together

Long enough; now let me have my space.

I can’t go on and on just thinking of your face.

Author's Note

This a dramatic monologue, in which the speaker is a middle age wife and the lister, her husnad.