I hear this comment all too often out of my husbands mouth. It can come in many forms, "what is so hard about riding a horse around in circles?", "It is stupid that you like this stuff so much", or "I don't get why you like horses so much". The sport is sometimes hard. Horses in and of themselves can be frustrating and down right discouraging to keep. If they aren't acting up they are lame or underweight or overweight or need chiropractic or a new saddle because the one you just cut your left arm off for doesn't fit quite right. It is always something. Sometimes it is just stupid mistakes on my part that cause problems or stupid actions on the horses part or just plain 'life' that is the problem but in any matter it can be a tough passion to pursue. But all of that I can handle. Though at times I question hanging on, in the end I find a way to live this passion of mine and now a love I passed on to my girls. Just add onto all of it the one person who should want you to be happy constantly belittling you for having the love and passion that you have just gets to me.
It is my birthday, the big 31, yay, but even my birthday doesn't exempt me from the constant badgering about this love I have of horses. I guess I could appoligize for getting happiness where I do but logically that makes no sense. I didn't ask to be given this love or passion. I couldn't tell why I enjoy it but why does anyone get joy from anything in life? I am who I am and I refuse to appoligize for being happy.
I am sorry to vent but I needed to get these feelings out that are just eating at me.