That “caught in the headlights” look is so common for a man in the early years of married life. I entered marriage thinking I could relate to a woman as I had related to my buddies for the past 25 years.
The first lesson I learned is that women are irrational and don’t make sense most of the time. It took me years before I reconciled myself to the fact that I am not capable of understanding a woman. I can never press her into the mold of my logic and my nonchalant approach to issues. There are things I just don’t care about
Deep in the heart of the farmlands of the Midwest, a housewife tucks her children into their beds, kissing each one gently, singing softly as she leaves the room. Her little ones smile and quickly fall asleep. As she swaps the laundry from washer to dryer, she offers up a prayer for God to make his will accomplished in a situation that tries to burden her heart. Thanking him for hearing her, she dismisses the sorrowful thoughts and begins to make plans for tomorrow.
She sets a hunk of meat to thaw, brushes her hair and teeth