Jealousy

I know that jealousy is not healthy but I would like to believe that women are inherently jealous. I know I am, I just can't help it. It's like a certain part of me wants me to be better than everyone else, even though I know it's not possible.

How can you not feel that twinge of jealousy when an acquaintance walks in, 2 weeks postpartum, bragging about how she is back in her prepreg jeans? Meanwhile here I sit, 8 months postpartum, back to prepreg weight and they still don't fit!

What about when your younger, less responsible friend rolls up in a brand new BMW? I work harder, am more responsible and have accomplished more in my life and I'm stuck in a '99 Camry. She doesn't drive a BMW because she did anything worth mentioning, other than win the guy lottery. Do I care that he is probably cheating on her and my husband is even more faithful than I can comfortably stand? No, I want a f-ing BMW!

I'm jealous of happy marriages too. Not because mine is horrible, it's not even that it isn't happy. I'm just jealous, irrationally jealous.

I suppose it normal, or at least normal for me. I can deal with it, I'm not crazy about it. I just can't seem to get it through my thick head that the f-ing grass is greener on the other f-ing side!

If I start blogging about being jealous of Skank-is Hilton's boyfriend of the week or trying to be as thin as Nicole "I'm not anorexic" Ritchie then slap me. Otherwise I suppose you and I will just have to deal with it.