or don’t I?
I rarely swear and there’s a good reason for it.
My parents did not approve. And I respected that. Even as a grown woman, I respected that. Even though they’re both gone now, I still respect it. Now, that’s not to say that I didn’t go through a phase where I had quite a potty mouth. That was during “that time” in my life during my teens when I did a lot that I regret. To be honest, something seemingly as harmless as swearing is one of those regrets. I remember my dad finding a note that a friend and I had been passing back and forth (the trash was not off limits to my dad sometimes ☺). In it I said a “bad word”. I did not get into trouble very often with my dad, but that was one time that he was very disappointed in me. He told me, plain and simple, ladies should not swear. That was not how I was being raised. That sounded pretty chauvinistic back in the ’70’s, but I never forgot it. I swore for a few more years after that, but not in front of my parents.
Fast forward to my life for the past 25 years. Jim certainly can’t tell me what to do and doesn’t try to, but I know that he doesn’t like to hear me swear. I respect that. He rarely does hear me utter more than the d-word. Sometimes when I bang my finger or toe it’s hard not to. I know that Jim has a different language when he’s working. He does not use that language in front of me. Respect. I have never heard my husband say the F-word. Never.
If you swear, I don’t judge you. Honest I don’t. But remember – Respect.