The war of the sexes
God help me, I’m supposed to fly to Libya a week from now and my husband still won’t give me “the green light”. It’s not like I need him for anything, I can pay for my own ticket, pack my bags without his assistance and I can get to the airport in Aleppo (180 Km away) on my own, thank you very much. Only it seems the more I stress these facts to my hubby the more he plummets into medieval mode, with talk of me needing his permission and him wanting more time to think about the whole thing. For... Sign in to see full entry.