We’re getting a little loose with this word, partner. Applying it when we mean something entirely different. And where would we see partnerships modeled? Not my parents. Not ever. They had domains. Provinces. And when I learned about monarchies, I always thought of my parents’ marriage. The realm of the queen. The chopping block. The marriage of alliance.
For myself, I envision parity. I don’t want a wife. Not the wife I’ve had modeled for me. I don’t want someone to cook and clean for me. To tend to me as though I were a child. To iron my clothes, and raise the children. I’ve been that wife, and it was lonely and boring. I want equality.
We have to challenge one another. To be resilient. To work and play and build. I will meet you in the middle. In the spotlight.
This is well said. Sometimes I think that the term “equality” is fraught with the potential for misinterpretation. To me, it’s always sounded like two perfect sides of a quilt… when what I’ve mostly hoped for is just a compromise on the patchwork.
A compromise on the patchwork. That is beautiful. I’m going to enjoy thinking through this metaphor.