You hit the nail on the head of why I refuse to get married again (done it twice, both croaked, won't do it again).
I don't like not being appreciated. I didn't like being the workhorse and never hearing a kind word. I won't go into the world of TMI, but marriage was so bad, it is something I don't want to do again.
Anyhow, I have discovered that dating is a lot more fun. I can dress up, be all girlie, go out, have fun...make a friend, have delightful conversation etc. If he is a jerk, I can pick up the tab, trot home, put on my sweats, eat Godiva Chocolate Truffle Ice Cream in my messy, but all mine home while hogging the remote.
I hereby nominate you as Freeperette of the Year!!! Happy, secure, carefree, armed with a life & a remote!!
Kudos to you! :)
How much appreciating did you do? How many kind words did you give? Unasked? Unexpected? Out-of-the-blue? Many? Never? I don't know.
I do know that you wrote three short paragraphs above, and used the word "I", "me", "my", or "mine" 11 times.
I've been married to the same wonderful lady for 16 years, and have been with her for 21. Marriage is about self-sacrifice. It's about getting up everyday and sleepily asking yourself, "What can I do to make my mate's day better, easier, and happier?" It's about loving until it hurts, then until it really hurts, and sometimes beyond.
In short, for a Christian spouse ... marriage is fun, happy, fulfilling, warm, and wonderful ... but it's also going to Calvary and being tacked up on the Cross to die.
I try everyday to please my wife in a thousand little ways, but I'm ultimately not here to please her, nor she to please me. I'm here to make a better person and help her get to heaven ... and she's here to do the same for me. She'll never do that by feeding my selfishness, but by teaching me to die to myself and to live for the sake of loving others.
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