The supporting role has been an education, and rather enjoyable.
It's finally over. My year-long challenge to be a supportive wife has come to an end and this is the last time I will share with you what have become known in certain circles as "that mad woman's ramblings". A year ago my first column appeared with the promise that
I would support my husband.
"I'm going to support you in everything you do," I wrote convincingly at the time. "I'll bring you coffee in bed for a change. I'll cook all the meals, do all the washing and cleaning, host drinks with your clients complete with nibbles, and iron your shirts using home-made starch and lavender water. I'll wake up every morning and say 'What can I do to help you today darling?'." So what have I learned from my 50s housewife-inspired year?
First, I have learned that not one woman my age or younger thought what I was doing was a good idea, nor did they feel the urge to sign up for a similar challenge. Not one woman.
This is a bit disappointing. My friend Kerre McIvor challenges herself to run marathons and climb mountains, and in return she receives floods of emails from women whose lives have been turned around and inspired by her example.
