I married a fine woman, one that hates feminism with a passon. But then, I married a woman, not a man in a womans body. My wife treats me like her lord, but then, I lay down my life for her. Hard to tell who sacrifices the most, but then, who’s counting?
Seems most women today never stop counting.
When I got married, 32+ years ago, I was looking for a life partner who had a mind of her own, accomplishments of her own, a career of her own. I wanted to marry a woman-- a human being, not a slave or a blow-up doll. We're still doing great, TYVM.