I Don’T Hate My Wife – Why We StayI’m probably just echoing what so many of you have already figured out or have expressed in the past. The reality is I don’t hate my wife. In fact, I love my wife. My wife is a kind, caring individual. An overprotective mom, a godsend to my parents – she is a wonderful person.
I used to travel a great deal. I can easily recall being away and couldn't wait to get home. Somehow, when you’re away, the vision of reality becomes distorted. I would look forward to coming home to a warm, inviting home and think of a warm embrace, a loving touch, kiss and feeling that all is right in the world.
I’d get home, and within seconds reality would hit me in the face. No warm embrace, wife sitting in front of the TV, dinner is in the micro. My son – 20, recently said to me, when I’m away, I miss mom. When I’m home, I can’t stand it – overbearing, condescending, no real conversation, just drives me crazy.
So why we stay – it is that ever present belief that somehow things will change. What “we”, collectively all of us that come to this forum and express is a very simple desire – to love, be loved and express that love. Nothing complex - just human contact.
Perhaps to us, it seems so basic that it should easily be obtainable – who doesn't want to be loved, and to express that love – skin to skin, the warmth of a human body. So perhaps it is that point of view that what we seek is so desirable and obvious, that surely it must be just around the corner – one more day and the world will be right.
I’ve read stories of women that go down the sexy lingerie path – all but demand sex from their husbands, yet despite best attempts can’t engage their husbands. I look at that as a whole other level – that is the fun stuff. If “you” a husband and wife can’t find comfort in a simple embrace that lets each party know that the world is in balance, the fun stuff can’t ever happen.
Why, we stay – perhaps it is simply we’re hopelessly hopeful.