Coming Out Of The Closet…

Posted by admin on April 27, 2008

Scenario 1

Silence filled the small room as the next participant slowly made their way through the circle of chairs and walked towards the front of the group.

The man moved with hunched shoulders and had his eyes tilted floor- wards in an obvious gesture of embarrassment.

Reaching the podium he steadied his hulking torso and slowly lifted his tear-streaked face.

“Good evening everybody, my name is Nigel and I am a househusband” the man mumbled in a low voice.

“Hello Nigel” echoed the congregation with heartfelt empathy.

O.K. – so maybe it’s the Sunday air that has brought out the drama queen in me but adjusting to the life of the house husband has had it’s fruity moments.

Our household is relatively normal by todays standards in the sense that the traditional “man works, woman serves” could never function.

Liane works a full 3 cycle shift as a midwife while I try to squeeze in as much teaching work as I can between housework, childcare, shopping etc. etc. etc. (Not moaning !)

Anyway, back to my story.

Scenario 2

The sun is shining and it looks like the start of another beautiful day.

A whistling man pushing a buggy makes his way through the park and opens the small gate leading into the playground.

It is 10:30 a.m. and the playground is naturally packed due to the good weather.

Suddenly the man freezes and feels as if he has just entered the freaky scene from a sci-fi movie.

Just think Stepford Wives (The original not the crappy remake) or the scene from invasion of the body snatchers when they all point their fingers at the kids and let out this shrieking high pitched scream.

So moving as stealth-like as one can in such a situation, the man makes his way to a bench and sits down.

Then the fun begins.

“Who’s he?” one woman whispered.

“Never seen him before, must be unemployed” hissed another.

“Poor man, his wife must be dead” said a granny.

The man took his daughter and helped her up the steps of the baby slide.

One young mother approached the man and said “hello, my name is Catherine”.

“Hello, I’m Nigel, nice to meet you” said the man.

The ball crunching tension suddenly dispersed like a fart with the opening of a big window or a video starting to play again after it had been paused while one made a cup of tea.

The house husband had officially left the closet and would now have to deal with the ensuing sticky sequences that would surely follow.

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