I am an independent soul. If I take offense against the work “wife material”, you might want to call me a feminist. Then yes, I am a feminist.
A few days ago, I turned 27. I am passionate about traveling and yoga. I have talked about my dream to my husband and to a greater extent he has thought upon it and I guess digested the news pretty well. It was my maternal aunt (who does not even know what I am doing exactly) said to me, Beta, as you are a married girl and you’ll be getting so many responsibilities in few years, you should start taking interest in the household chores. Wandering here and there won’t make your life work in a systematic way. You just can’t leave your husband and go to far off places just for your dreams and fantasies. If you continue to have such passion, no one will likes you in your family as you are not a WIFE MATERIAL.
Alright! Fine! I am not a so called wife material. I have my own identity, my own dreams, and my very dear self-respect. I won’t ever, in any case, let go off any of these things just to get into the context of “wife material”. I don’t want to be dependent on any other individual to take my own decisions. The stereotype of the patriarchal society has to broken for its own good. If a woman can run a house, manage to deal with the kids and raise them, take good care of the in-laws, have infinite love for her husband, can’t she live her own dreams and passion!
I don’t need a man to be my better half, as I am complete in my own self. I have a real man who is just complete as I am. I married a man who accepts me the way I am, wife material or not! When I choose him, I always stand with him, through all the ups and downs, through all the thicks and thins, through the dense forests and far stretched desserts. But in return, I expect the same.
I wasn’t born to be someone’s wife. I have my own will and wish. I can be whoever I want to become. That is independently my very own choice. I can be a doctor, engineer, scientist, traveler, reporter, whatever the hell I want to be. I need to have dignity for myself in my own eyes.
I am not a wife material. I am girl boss material, I am self-driven, future leader material, I am intellectual game-changer material, I am independent high-flying material, I am never-say-die fighter material… But no, I am not wife material, and I do not apologize for that.