I have actually always seen myself as a fairly bright human being. Well gifted, good at conversation and social running smoothly.
In elementary school I was always the highest grades, in high school I had to fight a little bit for them - but perhaps it was also because I was more interested in the boys than in the equations, and it is set fine enough.
Everything is a phase and one day we get all the damn higher education, our politicians are so morbidly preoccupied, we should have.
But it is not the lack of education that makes us stupid. It is simply passed up to me that, in fact, is the moment we go into a long term relationship.
I would just like to emphasise that I have had 12 absolutely wonderful years with my husband. We have traveled, we loved, we enjoyed, eaten our way through most of the western world and had two insanely beautiful and fun children.
I have always jublet, that my quality of life increased proportionally with it to be connected to him. At the material level, we moved into a bigger apartment, we got a rooftop terrace, traveled much, and traveled far - and very far for a Michelin-starred meal.
We had a mega fed machine, we had the great sodastream and not one of the countless ugly, and we held parties with properly kvalitetssprut and like a chef, which took care of the guests.
the Fat man!
But here in the divorce and they move out, they are also gone up for me, 100 percent brain-dead I have been.
in the Midst of all vidunderligheden I was damn probably also a bit lazy - chose deliberately not bothering to learn, because, well, it took my husband enough of. F. ex. to switch the kulsyrepatron in the amazing sodastream machine.
I have this week found itself for the first time in all the 12 years and spent embarrassingly long time to find out if it was a vacuum cleaner with a bag or one of those smart without. I had no idea that simply not how the hell I opened it! And when I was in Silvan today to buy støvsugerpose, I had forgotten which brand of vacuum cleaner was, and had to go home with the give in case.
I also had last week from the post office, since I have to pick up a package. I know with my sense that both should have the small sticky notification as well as photo id. I had none of the things, which lit a skrankemedarbejder completely.
in fact, I think she was a little bit horny to scold stupid customers out - but I had to then cycle home in the piss-rain without my ugly t-shirts, I had to pay 21 dollars in customs duties and, therefore, had received - and paid - a bill for 181 dollars.
It is expensive to be stupid... And it will become one thus, when you pods the of and lets the man take to the most of the internship.
Then, when I moved into my new apartment, it went up for me that I can't assemble the furniture, can't use a drill, can't install YouSee (what the hell is it also for a sick system with wires and the tv box?), don't know where to buy the ironing board, and only four dishes for the kids - one of which surely is to buy sausage roll at 7-Eleven.
It is børnelærdom to move away from home. Now I take just the ride here in the 40s.Ditte Okman
Ditte Okman is the radio host of the popular B. T.-podcast 'What we are talking about', where each week she turns kendissladderen with a panel of big personalities. In addition, she is the mother of two, debater, and author of the book 'Thin and rich'.Updated Date: 06 December 2019, 22:00