Tearing Up My Man Card

Living with the same woman for thirty-six years and counting hasn’t been the least bit easy – in fact it’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.

Men aren’t supposed to talk about their feelings, emotions, our pain or our wife’s. Our society expects us to man up, put a smile on our face and soldier on with nary a peep as to the emotional turmoil we are hiding deep inside out of sight. In fact if we do dare to speak up we are treated as traitors for breaking the unwritten man code and our man card is revoked and taken away from us.

Small wonder far more men are successful at ending their own lives; ever though women attempt to take their life more often then men it is men who die far more often.

Three good things have at least have come from my unusual marriage (unused in that I’ve been married to the same woman) on the other hand my mother married my seventh stepfather not long after my wedding. Number seven wss a spring chicken at the age of sixty-nine and my mother soon to be a granny at the ripe old age of forty-three when they said I do at the altar.

It was also the last of her weddings I attended. After number seven died she married number eight, divorced him on paper when she became eligible to collect number sevens’s social security benefits then remarried him again on paper making him number nine.

After he died my mother informed me she didn’t plan on marrying again. Of course I shook my head while smiling informing her that yes she would indeed grace me with another stepfather. “When you’ve had the best you don’t want anyone else.” Was her reply.

And of course I did indeed turn out to be right, as she did marry again, making this one number ten. Who divorced my mother a couple of years later only to remarry her when he could no longer live on his own as he suffers from a form of dementia making him number eleven.

So over my thirty-six year marriage my mother has been married 5 times to three different men. Making me wonder what the hell is wrong with me since I’ve only managed to marry once; to a woman I can’t seem to please on a consistent basis. Nor have I been able to atttact a female friend with benefits to replace what my wife sees fit to no longer give me either.

Not that I’ve actually looked very hard!

The three good things to have come out of my marriage, such as it is, are:

1) My patient muscles get a pretty good work out.

2) My son.

And

3) I’ve recently discovered that I’m perfect – yep that’s right a perfect nuisance since my wife either discovers a new flaw in me on a weekly basis or maybe she’s just recycling the one’s she’s discovered down through the years of our (once again) thirty-six year + and still counting marriage.

Now if I could only breathe!

Feminine Perfection

Truth be told
Whenever I wake up within
Your arms

That’s how I
Know I’ve died and gone
To heaven

Perfect tens
Are quite rare these days
Yet you are

A perfect ten
Times infinity no one else
Can hold a

Candle compete
With you shine brighter in
The darkness

 

 

 

A Woman’s True Worth

The greatest mistake a man can make regarding a woman is to seek to take, seduce her into giving him his desire.

Without attempting to meet her greatest need or to give to the woman he has targeted her greatest desire.

For the one thing a women desires most of all is to be not only desired but toΒ  be loved and cherished for more then just her hourglass figure.

Conversely a woman objectifies, devalues, cheapens and sells herself short when she fails to respect herself by dressing – acting immodestly.

For a woman’s true worth does not ly within her outward beauty that fades away as she grows older. But within the glow of her inner beauty reflected by the light within her eyes, the smile lighting up her face and the compassion and empathy floating upon the sweet sound of her voice.

That never fades but glows all the brighter as she grows older and her outer beauty fades away like an autumn leaf.Β 

Bubbles

When a woman
Runs along a beach her baubles
Jiggle wiggle
Bounce up and down like twin
Bowels of jell-o
When she is aroused like balloons
They inflate
Rise and fall like the restless
Waves of the
Deep blue sea but when she walks
Gracefully they
Float like bubbles ever so gently
Upon a breeze

Priceless!

At the wedding reception for my son and his wife my wife’s nephew’s SO tried to get my goat by baiting me. Earlier my wife, her mother, my wife’s nephew and his SO along with myself and my mother had sat together at the same table.

Towards the end of the evening my wife and I walked across the room to talk with our in-laws before we left. My wife has mobility uses and she asked me if I would get her purse for her; I’mΒ  secure enough in my own perception of masculinity that I don’t care what anyone else thinks if my wife needs me to look after her pocketbook.Β 

What else are hubbies for anyway?

When I picked up my wife’s purse off the table my wife’s nephew’s SO made a wise crack about me having a man purse. So I quietly walked around the table leaned down and stated quietly, matter of factly with a straight face. That no civilization headed by women had made it out of the stone age.Β 

The look on her face Priceless as I stood up and walked away before she could say anything back to me.Β