The Rock
When you’re home alone and he isn’t there, is something missing? The empty space in the air where He should be? As you’re washing the laundry, or drying the dishes, do you feel it in your stomach? That ping of loneliness? When the car pulls into the drive, the door slams shut, and the jingle of the keys rings out into the air, where are you? Are you right there? Waiting in excitement to escape the absence? Embracing him for gracing you with his presence, his scent, his aura?
Does he look you in the eye and know that because you’re there, his day just got easier? That the woman who was born to serve only him is there to take the burden off his shoulder? You made a vow to carry that weight. True femininity is about holding his world on your back with his seed growing in your stomach. You are his female Atlas. Every grueling minute he spends at work he is holding the cruelty of capital at bay from touching a hair on your head. He suffers to provide for you. Are you sure you provide in equal measure?
Is the house clean? Is the sink empty? Children taken care of? When he goes to rest his aching body, are you there to sustain him? Feed him, give him cool drinks, and be a soft comfort on his side? Have you thanked him today? When he wakes is he serviced in the morning? Before he goes to bed is he pleased? Balls empty and belly full. You get to stay home all day, you should provide him these comforts not out of demand or expectation, but out of love.
And in return, like a bulwark against the world, your rock stands tall. Guiding you through the abyss of our planet. Stand behind him as he pushes forward in society for the both of you. He knows where you’re going. So just be sure to follow, and follow close. Hold his hand as he pulls you along. And he will guide you to peace in eternity.