I thought I was a good singer until a few years ago. My husband finally told me that I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. I told him that I sang in the choir from Elementary School thru High School. I had solos. I had a lead part in the school musical. I tried to plead my case. I always thought that marrying a musician would get me in his band. I married a musician and he won’t have me. I know I am not going to win American Idol but saying I can’t sing was devastating.
My mother used to make us watch musicals in the summer. I know a lot of the songs. My husband says that I sound like Ethel Merman because I like to belt them out. You know when a phrase comes up in conversation and it makes you think of a song? Well I just sing the song with gusto. Can’t hate a girl for trying.
I think I am making my husband sound like a mean person. I am grateful for his honesty. Really.
I won’t stop singing. I won’t let my feelings get hurt when the dogs start howling.