Guys - if you want advice on women - here it is: The key to keep a woman happy is respect; show her your proud, happy, attracted. Take a minute and think about what you love in her, whether it's physical, emotional, quirky, or soulful. No matter how long you've been together, taking a minute to just look at her again, and let her see you take that moment, softens any woman. I miss that - that look, that intimate smile, that something that I used to see in his face that told me I was precious to him. And if that woman is a mother, realize her whole day is spent taking care of everyone, emotionally, physically, materially. She needs to be taken care of, no matter how hard she seems to be to hold.

January 8/08

Is crying often a bad sign, or does it mean I still care? I'm up half the night with my 7 month old, and I know it's not him or the lack of sleep affecting me. My husband caught me crying one night, and doesn't comfort me. He tells me, coldly, that people have children every day - "deal with it". Jesus - he can't be bothered to get up with his son at night, or morning, and hasn't spent a day alone with him. Respect? That's a fairy tale to me.

Day One of the Blog

So the story begins as I marry a redneck. I'll start off by saying he's not a bad man. But goddamnit- did I ever set out with the intention of 'I want a "not such a bad guy"'? Hmm...maybe I did, subconsciously.
And now, almost two years married, I don't find myself disappointed in him; that lies completely in me. I do love him, and yet I find myself wondering how I gave up on finding that love....the love that loves me back. Jesus, the educated female who now simpers to avoid a fight.
To explain myself - female, 29, tall, attractive, dark hair, wierdly light blue eyes. I live in northern british columbia, and have two boys. I come from a very good family, had a good childhood, and yet still found myself attracted to the most ignorant, foul-mouthed, jack-asses around.
My husband loves me, but is the type who shows no emotion towards me, or anything really in life, unless it pisses him off. My parents travelled with us as kids, everywhere. I've got him as far as Mexico. I'm starting to lose the adventurous part of me, because I know with him those dreams are just that - dreams.
So do I become the horrible woman that tries to change him, or do I accept what he see's me as: a wife with no expectations??
Well, as of 2008, i've decided not to be the latter. How it'll go, who knows. I'll let you know.