I realized the other day that I am a princess when my sun glasses were a millimeter off, they weren't open quite the full amount, and I was so bothered, I had to take them off and adjust them. Some other clues that have lead me to this decision were a small rock in my shoe, a thread that had come off in my sock, and my pillow placement being just a hair off.
I cannot tell you how much it irks me when things aren't "just so".
I have also started to carry my bag differently, if you watch me next time you see me, you'll know what I mean. I carry it less like a football and more like a thing of beauty. My taste in clothes has become more dressy, I can wear some heels, and my taste buds are more refined. You might think that I am turning into a snob, but no, I have been a snob for many years, only the princess thing is new. I swear, if you put a pea under my mattress, I would feel it.
Luckily this doesn't affect anyone but me...... and my husband. He is the one that has to watch me prance around with my purse, take the imperfections away from me before I have a moment, and buy me the new clothes. I don't think he minds, he may have a different story, but he is wrong.
I have truly become "one of those women". A trophy wife, if you will. A lady who lunches. It's not my fault, my husband wanted me to stop working, he gave me all control over the finances, and he wanted me to be happy. I am very happy as a princess! He even calls me princess, but I am not sure he means it the way I take it. It's not a bad life, quite nice actually. Just be wary of any new signs that I may be taking it too far. You know, a gold cigarette holder, calling everyone darling and wanting to be waited on hand and foot. Now would some one please get me a dry martini!
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