I’ve been married for 9 years now, so am by no means an expert. To some, I may as well still be on my honeymoon. I’ve read loads of blogs like this one by Naomi (aka Tattooed Mummy) about the secret to a long and happy marriage, and the common […]
Making a coffee woke my wife and rather than just roll over and enjoy the lie in I’d afforded her, she was up and began her daily routine. It took no time at all to be shown several photos shared on her Facebook feed of the good deeds all of her wives’ husbands had done. While I’m sure the husbands didn’t go around bragging about their latest good deed, I am in no doubt they did pass their wives’ media platforms to them shortly after the gift with the gentle encouragement to share with their friends about what great husbands they have. Dicks!
Compromise is absolutely key to a marriage. You will never find someone who is so absolutely in sync with you that you will not, at some point, have to submit to your partner’s will. But I’m increasingly finding that the only “right” compromise seems to be my compromise.
I hate superlatives. Especially in my marriage. My wife uses them all the time and it really winds me up. But the problem isn’t hers, it’s mine.
I’m not naive enough to believe that women actually want men to do the dishes, they more likely want men to want to do the dishes for them. Doing something that you and probably everyone else in the world doesn’t want to do for the person you love shows that not only you appreciate them, but you’re willing to do something you really can’t stand just to please them, so in a sense the man isn’t wanting to do the dishes, he’s wanting to please her. Any women reading this can correct me if I’m way off the mark, but I’m trying to understand.