Read this because this is the blog I read from a husband who gets it...it's just too late. If you're too lazy to click the "read this" link, here's an excerpt...pardon the blatent use of this guy's thoughts, but they are too good not to quote:
I stumbled upon this blog..it's really good. I give this guy a huge amount of credit, because he admits his short-comings, failed marriage and why it failed. You can read it yourself. I wish someone cared that much about me but not in a "pity party way"...it's just figuring all this out.
It made me cry, because it's too good, too late, and by the time you realize this, you are reflecting back on it.
Why are all relationships doomed to being one dimensional why can't we say what we want anymore?
In my case, I saw this happening, felt it, lived it, made excuses for it, right up to the point where I lost myself in the process of keeping someone else way too important, and he didn't appreciate the price tag that came with it. That's when you shut down, you stop caring. You start sleeping in another room, dreaming of another life....what happened?
Someone has to step up to the plate and take charge.....he thinks...she's gonna stay forever and suck it up, make excuses, live a lesser life, pay the bills, take care of the kids, work harder for no reason and not be appreciated for any of it. Where is it written that the wife takes all the responsibility? She's thinking...where did he go? The once vibrant, hard working, lovable man full of everything she believed in? Is this how it's really supposed to be? No...it's note and he is gone..left her a long time ago, but forgot to change his physical address.
I think this blog really hits home. Make no mistake, I don't want you to be a statistic like me. So, go home, put your arms around your wife, hug her, kiss her with passion, ask her how her day was and the butterflies you felt, many years ago, they will come back..they never left...you just made your wife an integral part of our life.
You see, there is someone out there who would love you, passionately, to the moon and back again a gazillion times, but she didn't walk through the first three decades of your life, you go home to comfortable, the expected, anticipated routines of normal life and this is where real love is at.
Me? I'm looking for a guy who recognizes this, don't care if he has kids, just want to be loved by a decent guy who loves his children, his family and takes care of them as such...probably the most important quality in a guy. I want to spoon next to him at night, safe in the knowledge that this is the only space worth occupying, and I'm the luckiest girl on earth to have that space. I want to roll over on him, hair tossled, no make-up, and find the sweetest spot on earth underneath me..because I love the guy, with everything I am. Instead of working all weekend, I want to lay on the couch and watch re-runs of Gunsmoke and Bonanza...much better than hiding in the business I create to hide from what I miss in life. I want to make eggs and bacon on Sunday morning with pancakes that come with me in his T-shirt. You see, this guy, who would love me, would know what makes me happy, sees through to my soul with ease, loves me like crazy and wouldn't share me with anyone...yes, that's my kinda guy.
So, to the guy who wrote the shitty husbands vol 1, 2, 3 and 4...I hope you find her and thanks for pointing out what I lived with, and what I won't live without anymore.
Happily.Ever.After....
Care about the things that she cares about—NOT because you give a shit about how her hair color didn’t turn out like she wanted or what color she painted her accent nail or whether she’s wearing new shoes or why she chose to carry that particular purse or handbag that night. Not because you like talking about the same things as her, because maybe you don’t.
That’s okay.
Care about the things she cares about BECAUSE she cares about them. That’s the reason to care. That’s the reason it matters.
Because these things matter to her.
This applies to her hobbies. Her hopes and dreams. Her career. Her passions and interests. Her stories about her friends or family or coworkers that maybe you don’t really want to listen to.
Fortify your relationship by doing the little things. Every day.
Do that, and there will be an every day.
I stumbled upon this blog..it's really good. I give this guy a huge amount of credit, because he admits his short-comings, failed marriage and why it failed. You can read it yourself. I wish someone cared that much about me but not in a "pity party way"...it's just figuring all this out.
It made me cry, because it's too good, too late, and by the time you realize this, you are reflecting back on it.
Why are all relationships doomed to being one dimensional why can't we say what we want anymore?
In my case, I saw this happening, felt it, lived it, made excuses for it, right up to the point where I lost myself in the process of keeping someone else way too important, and he didn't appreciate the price tag that came with it. That's when you shut down, you stop caring. You start sleeping in another room, dreaming of another life....what happened?
Someone has to step up to the plate and take charge.....he thinks...she's gonna stay forever and suck it up, make excuses, live a lesser life, pay the bills, take care of the kids, work harder for no reason and not be appreciated for any of it. Where is it written that the wife takes all the responsibility? She's thinking...where did he go? The once vibrant, hard working, lovable man full of everything she believed in? Is this how it's really supposed to be? No...it's note and he is gone..left her a long time ago, but forgot to change his physical address.
I think this blog really hits home. Make no mistake, I don't want you to be a statistic like me. So, go home, put your arms around your wife, hug her, kiss her with passion, ask her how her day was and the butterflies you felt, many years ago, they will come back..they never left...you just made your wife an integral part of our life.
You see, there is someone out there who would love you, passionately, to the moon and back again a gazillion times, but she didn't walk through the first three decades of your life, you go home to comfortable, the expected, anticipated routines of normal life and this is where real love is at.
Me? I'm looking for a guy who recognizes this, don't care if he has kids, just want to be loved by a decent guy who loves his children, his family and takes care of them as such...probably the most important quality in a guy. I want to spoon next to him at night, safe in the knowledge that this is the only space worth occupying, and I'm the luckiest girl on earth to have that space. I want to roll over on him, hair tossled, no make-up, and find the sweetest spot on earth underneath me..because I love the guy, with everything I am. Instead of working all weekend, I want to lay on the couch and watch re-runs of Gunsmoke and Bonanza...much better than hiding in the business I create to hide from what I miss in life. I want to make eggs and bacon on Sunday morning with pancakes that come with me in his T-shirt. You see, this guy, who would love me, would know what makes me happy, sees through to my soul with ease, loves me like crazy and wouldn't share me with anyone...yes, that's my kinda guy.
So, to the guy who wrote the shitty husbands vol 1, 2, 3 and 4...I hope you find her and thanks for pointing out what I lived with, and what I won't live without anymore.
Happily.Ever.After....
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