Give your man a reasonably clean house, a decent meal, serious loving, and a little down time to enjoy his favorite activity (besides sex), and he'll crawl over broken glass for you.
Give your wife security, praise, help with chores every once in a while so she can have down time, too, don't bitch about her shoes, and she'll crawl over broken glass for you.
Marry someone who is your mirror: same values, sees problems and obstacles the same way, reacts to surprises the same way, treat each other with respect...life will be peaceful.
Been married to my husand for 19 amazing years. We've come through catastrophic medical issues, borderline backruptcy, natural disasters, 3 energetic kids. Life HAS NOT been easy. But I wouldn't trade a day of it for any other man on the planet. I'd kill for him, die for him, and life without him in it is too horrible to contemplate.
Not every woman is a psycho bitch. Some of us were raised right.
women, you need to write a book! -
as a guy, that is all it would take for me to crawl over broken glass and beat the crap out of any thug threatening that....
Perhaps people don't recognize that your best mate is your mirror image. Same values, etc. I bet that's the key to the whole issue. Maybe opposites attract--that brings a bunch of conflicts into a relationship. I married my best friend--all the other stuff is gravy.
Very true. Some men just aren't meant to be married. I won't share my kitchen, and these days I wouldn't have anyone try to clean my house. I know where everything is, thankyouverymuch. Or at least which pile it's in.
No point in inflicting an innocent by looking for marriage again. ;)
/johnny
And *that* is the key. Feminism has poisoned the very minds and hearts of most American women.
And the men, in teaching them to act like this:
(Women would crawl over broken glass to get *away* from that: they crave a man who will *be* a man, and give them something to cling to in this world, someone worthy of looking up to.)
Cheers!
girl, I'd kill a Pope for one of our kind,,','
Whenever I feel like complaining about something my husband does that annoys me, I ask myself before opening my fat mouth... “is it worth it?” The answer is almost always no.
My husband asks the same thing to himself.
We hardly ever argue. It helps us to mature and develop a lot of patience, and just be better & more loving persons overall.