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From a very stereotypical, very 1950's-esque view of gender roles, I'm not a typical woman:
I make more money than my husband.
I am not motherly; my husband is fantastic with children.
I take care of the cars; he washes the dishes.
I watch movies with car chases and things blowing up; he loves chick flicks.
Very, very few people on this Earth have seen me cry; he frequently wants to talk about feelings.
Until fairly recently, he was a better cook than I.
All that aside...do I need him? You better believe it. I don't need him to take care of me per se, but I need him nonetheless because he makes my world a better place. No one can calm me down like he can when I'm having an anxiety attack. No one else can sense when I need a hug, even when I haven't said a damn thing. No one else loves me unconditionally like he does. I'm not a caregiver type, and I managed absolutely fine when he was in the military and was gone for extensive periods of time. I don't need him to pay my bills, or balance my checkbook, or mow my lawn (I do need him to open jars every once in awhile!), but I still need him. I admire caregivers (see mm's post above) because they have strengths that I don't possess. I am surrounded by women who want nothing more than to find a man to marry so they can stay home and have kids and be housewives - it's not my cup of tea, but who am I to suggest that that view is wrong? If that's what floats their boats (both his and hers), then more power to them. It's just not for me, and I doubt it ever will be.
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"They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings; steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king"
Formerly Medusa
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