I am a highly independent girl of sorts because I practically grew up on my own. If I want anything
or anyone, I would go out and get it.
But being a wife, I am a hopeless case. I do not know how much the utilities bills are per month. I had never been to TNB, Telekom, banks or anything like that to do any transaction. I have no idea how much insurance coverage my family will have. I never changed a lightbulb nor give the air-cond a monthly washing. I do not know how much a cup of kopi-o is. I haven’t touch an automated teller machine aka atm for something like 7 years?
So, I do wonder if I can survive if I am a single mom (touch wood, choy….tai kat lei si)? I do admire those women who bring up their children on their own. Whether as widows or divorcees. My mom was widowed in her late 40s.
Nay….not that I worry about these things. Just that I realised how hopeless I am with the mundane stuffs. Don’t even ask me to fill in an income tax form. Or pay our apartment maintenance fee. I do not know how! Gosh, I am worse than a blonde bimbo! ‘Cos I do not know how to transfer money in a bank or online at home.
Then, again, I am quite efficient when big things happened. Like arranging funerals (of my in-laws, my mom, my son)? Or make the decisions for my atm’s big clans. I had single handedly taken my kids through the pebbled paths of Genoa, Italy, the super-fast MRT maze in Hongkong and heh, messy KL. So, I guess I do stand a chance to survive and stand on my own in case of any tung-kwa tau-foo. Choy…. Better go wash my mouth with dettol.
But have we, women, ever thought about such things? What is it like being a single mom?