Unfortunately I don’t. But if (God forbid) I’m ever widowed, I’ll look you up.
Aside from that pesky Jefferson/Hemmings issues I think we’d be pretty like minded.
But let me brag on my husband and how my change of attitude changed him. Today I was cleaning the bathroom and he walked down the hall. He’s been watching college football so I’m just going about my little chores.
He sees me holding the back of toilet cover (I was dropping on of those little bleach thingies in there), and he stops dead in his tracks and says, “Baby, don’t lift that, let me get that for you.”
I’m not by nature a submissive person. But once I started submitting in my marriage, my life changed so very much.
He needed me to need him, and once I figured that out, he became the man of my dreams, instead of the guy I was wishing would change.
I’m blessed beyond measure. God blessed me also with a baby after 12 years of infertility. And NOTHING changed but my attitude.
So I’m starting to realize that I’m getting a little preachy here, but I totally believe in letting men be men, honoring the position in the family and submitting. I’m all about making him happy.
Great post.
Agree-I’ve found that a man is perfectly happy with both of us being equals/co-alphas in the relationship if I just tune in emotionally to what he needs-otherwise, you have a frustrating battle of wills that never stops-it worked for MrT5 and I very well, even though I’m a Latina and he was 100% Canadian French-two volatile tempers in one place...
A few years after MrT5 died, my first lover as a grownup from college-whom I still call Nemesis-had become single and wanted us to reconnect-although he is still the kind of fine, muy macho cowboy that I like (can’t stand wusses or metrosexuals-they are a major turnoff), I didn’t think we wanted the same things, so I resisted. He responded by practically stalking me for almost a year-I finally gave in, we set some ground rules to fit the people we are now. That was 7 months ago-although there have been a few rough patches, but he is my man now, and yes, I do cater to him-I don’t care who knows or likes it.
We have both been living alone in the years since we became single again and are rather used to our independence-so he lives and works in town and I live and work here in BFE-we take turns staying at one another’s places. We cook together sometimes, but most times I cook for him. We aren’t married, but I’m his woman in a committed relationship that we both decided on when we knew we wanted to try again and succeed at what we screwed up when we were young-so far, so good...