defunct-housewife

I’m 24, a first time mother and she is now 18 months old (Emaleigh). Married to a mortician, who is 12 years my senior. That business hasn’t been going very well as of late; that’s the way the world goes, though. I’m in school at The Dallas Institute of Funeral Service; I’m about to start my apprenticeships for embalming & funeral direction. I work for a local (DFW) funeral home that is in the Stewart Enterprises corporation. Yay, corporate America! I like what I do, but funeral homes are full of drama. I’ll probably bitch about this often. I have a sister I have not seen in ages, though she sends me strange e-mails from time to time. One niece; no other siblings, etc., my brother-in-law committed suicide several years ago. I can’t honestly say I miss him. I have tattoos, drink liquor and support the tobacco industry. Those would be my vices. Average, yes? I’m trying to learn Spanish; with the help of a good friend, I know odd phrases. Someone once told me I’m prissy; I don’t get that, but okay. I’m fairly blunt, opinionated & vulgar. I try to contain myself, though. I often get told I’m “Susie Homemaker”; that I understand a bit more since I did stay home with Emaleigh for the first 10 months of her life. I will not have your dinner waiting on you when you come home, though. I consider myself a defunct housewife.