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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/feeds/8651092115888750393/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/06/on-vacation.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219874887932551072/posts/default/8651092115888750393?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219874887932551072/posts/default/8651092115888750393?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/06/on-vacation.html" title="On Vacation" /><author><name>a husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332668923008049669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12335978589786681671" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHQ3s7fip7ImA9WxJQFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219874887932551072.post-6126514569040882667</id><published>2009-05-27T14:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:08:52.506-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-27T14:08:52.506-05:00</app:edited><title>Tell Her What You're Thinking</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I am just amazed that my wife picked me. Do you know what I mean? Sometimes I watch her do the cute things she does and I can't feel more in love with her. I know I married way out of my league and I couldn't be more thankful that she actually &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; to be with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are times when I'm watching her from across the room and think, &lt;i&gt;Man, she is so beautiful&lt;/i&gt;. She was a bridesmaid in a wedding recently and I thought, &lt;i&gt;Wow, she's really giving the bride a run for her money! &lt;/i&gt;In so many moments I remember who I am and who she is and I feel like the luckiest man in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And today I want to share a little trick I've learned to make your wife &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like the woman you know she is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell her what you're thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, the next time you catch yourself thanking your lucky stars for the woman sitting next to you, tell her that the next chance you get. Or if you're admiring her across the room at some event, take the first moment you can to tell her how beautiful she is and how much you enjoyed watching her from across the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our wives want to hear that we're still infatuated with them. We have these thoughts, so why not share them? Put your feelings into words and tell her. She'll love you more for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219874887932551072-6126514569040882667?l=www.iamhusband.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/feeds/8300558685236464810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/05/i-need-your-help.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219874887932551072/posts/default/8300558685236464810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219874887932551072/posts/default/8300558685236464810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/05/i-need-your-help.html" title="I Need Your Help" /><author><name>a husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332668923008049669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12335978589786681671" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCR38_fip7ImA9WxJTGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219874887932551072.post-8847162086695228404</id><published>2009-04-28T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:04:26.146-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-28T09:04:26.146-05:00</app:edited><title>What To Do When She's 'Always Right'</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Several days ago &lt;a id="k530" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/04/iamhusband-24-hour-challenge.html" title="I posted a comment"&gt;I posted a comment&lt;/a&gt;  I received from a reader back in January in response to an article I wrote called &lt;a id="ckzu" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2008/11/are-you-good-at-being-wrong.html" title="Are You Good At Being Wrong?"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are You Good At Being Wrong?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It seems as though there are many husbands struggling out there with always feeling like they are their wives' doormat; that their wives are always right no matter what.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me make this clear before I start so as not to offend our lady readers out there: both men and women struggle with admitting when they are wrong. The point of our post today is not to say that men don't deal with this. The point of this post is helping husbands deal with their wives when the wives themselves are in the wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did have some thoughts when I read through that comment that I want to share. Custom fit these thoughts and suggestions to your own specific situation, because every situation is different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let Her Cool Down Before Expressing Your Feelings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; — Saying something to your wife like, "Well you're always right and I'm always wrong!" is just gasoline on a flame in the heat of the moment. In all actuality, she's upset about the situation, not at you. Wait until later to let her know to express to her things like, "I felt really hurt by the way you acted earlier." Removing yourselves from the situation will allow you to talk about what you want to talk about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But If You Do Need To Mention Something...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;— Recently my wife was very irritated with something that was going on (I think &lt;a id="zq_8" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2008/06/traveling-with-your-wife.html" title="we were traveling"&gt;we were traveling&lt;/a&gt;) and she kept snapping at me out of frustration. This, in turn, was of course making me get very frustrated, so eventually I just asked, "Babe, are you upset with me?" She immediately said, "No, I'm just overwhelmed with..." I told her that the way she was acting was making me feel like she was angry with me. She apologized and things cooled down after that because she realized what was happening. Sometimes our anger toward other things catches our spouses in the crossfire.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When She's Always Right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; — Our reader comment was a very specific situation of anger, but many people commented in the post &lt;a id="ak1v" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2008/11/are-you-good-at-being-wrong.html" title="Are You Good At Being Wrong"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are You Good At Being Wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about how their wives &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; admit that they are wrong, no matter how trivial the issue. If this is something that gets you down, &lt;i&gt;you need to talk about it with her&lt;/i&gt;. But again, do it when you are away from the situation to limit her being overly defensive. Tell her, "It makes me feel really incompetent when you won't admit you're wrong over the little things." Or, "I feel beaten when I can't even be right over the little things I know I'm right about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Check Yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; — It is a lot easier for her to sympathize with your feelings if she knows you are trying in this area too. If you act just as stubborn, then telling her she needs to fix her problems is part of the reason you have problems. Check yourself; how well have you been able to admit your faults?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If She Disregards Your Feelings Completely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; — If you have lovingly and clearly stated how you feel and things still don't seem to change, it's time to get help. Getting help can be as simple as going to another couple you know that has dealt with the same issue but gained victory over it, or as "extreme" as going to a counselor. This is your life and your marriage. If things aren't the way they should be, do not be okay with that. Little problems become big problems, and little issues become big feelings of resentment if they are not dealt with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few ideas to help you in this area of how to get along with a wife who acts as though she is always right. I hope some of these have helped, and I would love to hear more suggestions on how to improve this situation in marriage in the comments below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219874887932551072-8847162086695228404?l=www.iamhusband.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's a long story and there are two sides. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;In short she got stuck at the airport in bad weather. She called me in a very angry state and asked me to look at other flights on the net. I was in a rush to get to a meeting (in a pub as it happens) so I looked quickly and saw it would cost another €75 to change her flight. She wanted another flight only two hours earlier than the one she was on. At this stage her later flight had not been canceled. I argued that it was an expensive two hours. She swore at me and put the phone down. I sent her a text asking if I should book the flight. She sent another back saying I had to be kidding, so I went out to my meeting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Half way through the meeting she called to ask me to book the flight. Her flight had now been cancelled. But I was half an hour away from the internet and she had ten minutes before the booking slot ended. She flew off the handle and cursed me in every horrible word she could think of.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;It turned out the flight that she missed was the only flight that left until 9pm that night (neither of us were aware of this at that stage). She called me again. I cut my meeting short, went home and booked her on the later flight. But by now the damage was done. In her mind I had gone off down the pub and left her in her hour of need. I was the villain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Personally, I have apologised but I'm lying. I still think she should accept some of the blame. But in her mind she's the victim. Now she is still punishing me but I feel empty because I will never be heard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel that she is never wrong. In this case I think one could argue that the whole mess is her fault and due as in so many other cases to her anger problems. As usual I am the doormat. I pretend I am wrong and apologise until she 'forgives' me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't go on like this. What should I do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I'm afraid that this is more common than I might think. Though many of our problems will be taken care of by admitting our &lt;/span&gt;own&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; blame, what do we do when our wives refuse to acknowledge that they've made some mistakes as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I want to pose this question to all of you. How can we positively encourage our wives to acknowledge their mistakes when it seems like refusing to do so is one of their major character flaws? Remember, we're coming at this from the angle of &lt;/span&gt;helping &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;a marriage. Rude or sarcastic comments are not appreciated or welcome here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I have a few thoughts of my own, but I'll wait a couple days to share those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219874887932551072-2992708509541033740?l=www.iamhusband.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/feeds/2992708509541033740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/04/reader-comment-are-you-good-at-being.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219874887932551072/posts/default/2992708509541033740?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219874887932551072/posts/default/2992708509541033740?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/04/reader-comment-are-you-good-at-being.html" title="Reader Comment: Are You Good At Being Wrong?" /><author><name>a husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332668923008049669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12335978589786681671" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHSH46fip7ImA9WxJTE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219874887932551072.post-4322451860646087410</id><published>2009-04-21T12:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:47:19.016-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-21T12:47:19.016-05:00</app:edited><title>New Contest Winner</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately Nick never got in contact with me, so the prize has just been waiting for someone to be delivered to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wife's runner-up pick was Joe's comment (which I've posted below). Joe, if you're out there, you've got a couple books waiting for you. Just e-mail me your address using the "Contact Me" button in the sidebar and I'll get that sent out to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of you, we'll start with some new content tomorrow. Thanks for sticking with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe's comment about why he loves his wife:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my wife because at a time in my life when I had given up on finding that special someone, God delivered me right to her doorstep. Or her to mine, actually. I remember vividly the first time we met -- where it was, how it came to be, what she was wearing, and even how my heart skipped a beat when she walked into the room. Fairy tale sounding stuff, maybe, but that's what made it so special ten short years ago. I love her because she sees through all of my shortcomings and loves me anyway. I love her because together we created a wonderful son and daughter, without whom my life would not be complete. I love her because she is untiring in her drive to raise our children to love the Lord. She home educates our son and will soon do the same for our daughter, and even though she sometimes feels she never gets a moment to herself, she is the very model of what a mother should be. Tomorrow (as I write this) is her 31st birthday, and I love her because every holiday and birthday is still a very special occasion for her, and she makes it fun to plan special surprises for her (even though she is very hard to surprise). I love her because it was really quite difficult to say just why I love her in 250 words or less. 245 will have to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219874887932551072-4322451860646087410?l=www.iamhusband.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's hard to believe that I've actually made it this far, and it's strange to look back and see how my own life has changed in the last three hundred and sixty-five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early last year I came up with idea for a blog that would accomplish one thing: help men become better husbands. I was tired of seeing miserable marriages and wanted to do more than just complain about it. I did several different searches to see if there were any blogs out there of a similar nature, but didn't find many that were as topic-specific as what I had in mind. After running the idea by my wife and another couple we were close to, I decided to give it a go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully this blog has struck a cord with many people. In the year it's been up we've seen over 70,000 unique visitors and currently have around 550 subscribers. The iAMHUSBAND Amazon bookstore (&lt;a id="uhmh" href="http://astore.amazon.com/iamhusbandcom-20" title="here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;  and in the sidebar to the right) has already generated several orders from people buying books to improve their marriages, and I couldn't be more happy about that. Whenever I've thought about calling it quits, I remember the e-mails I've received from men and women over this last year thanking me for this site. I really want this site to continue its growth, and I have a few ideas I'd like to share with you all soon. But for now, let's celebrate this day right with a marriage book giveaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of our one-year mark, we will be giving away the &lt;a id="pr-3" href="http://astore.amazon.com/iamhusbandcom-20/detail/1601422482" title="For Couples Only"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Couples Only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2-book couples' pack of the books &lt;i&gt;For Men Only &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;For Women Only&lt;/i&gt; from Amazon.com. I have recommended these book several times over this last year and look forward to sending it to our winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To enter the contest you must leave a comment below consisting of 250 words or less describing  exactly what it is you love about your wife. Y&lt;i&gt;ou must be married and you must be a husband to qualify&lt;/i&gt;. At the end of the week, my wife will pick her favorite out of all of them and that husband will win the books. Only comments submitted &lt;i&gt;between&lt;/i&gt; now and April 9th will be considered in the contest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks everyone for this last year together. It's been wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=iamhusbandcom-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=1601422482&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="width: 120px; height: 240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219874887932551072-3363652053456834764?l=www.iamhusband.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For some reason, we feel perfectly normal opening up our bodies to the most intimate act two human beings can participate in, but we can't talk about. Talking about it often brings feelings of rejection, resentment, and defensiveness. Many men and women have tried opening up about certain things a time or two only to have been met with a door in their face. That's why I highly recommend couples read books on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were recently at the book store and noticed a sale going on: Buy Two Used Books, Get The Third Free. While we were scouring the relationship section I saw the book &lt;a href="http://astore.amazon.com/iamhusbandcom-20/detail/0842360247"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheet Music: Uncovering the Secrets of Sexual Intimacy in Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Dr. Kevin Leman. I had seen this book on the shelves for years and had always been curious, but never actually got around to reading it. That was definitely my mistake; this book is a great way for any married couple to enhance their sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading books on improving your sex life allows you both to hear the same thing, and react to what you've heard. Often these books come with discussion questions to get you both talking about what the author has just brought up. And that's a big bonus with reading these books together: When you bring up sex on your own, she may interpret that to mean a million different things. When you read a book together, you're not the one bringing it up, the author is, so you both can respond (either positively or negatively) to what's being talked about. The tension is not near as high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I decided to bring this book with us on a long car ride we had to take. As potentially awkward as it was probably going to be (and was at times), we decided to read the book out loud to each other as we took turns driving. As we read, I would stop her and ask, "What do you think about that?" or, "Is he describing you there?" At the end of a chapter I would ask her, "Did you learn anything from this section?" Just asking those basic questions allowed us to open up in ways we haven't before, and I felt closer to her knowing that we were talking about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Kevin Leman pulls no punches. He is very blunt and outspoken on trying to help couples improve their sex lives on all different levels. And though the book isn't specifically for Christians, his own Christian faith keeps the book tactful, yet useful. He provides thoughts, insights, and ideas to improve music you make together in between the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this book to couples who have maybe fallen into the rut that sex in marriage can easily become if you're not careful. 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Life is compartmentalized.  There is a box for TV watching.  There is a box for playing with the kids.  There is a box for working in the garage.  And there is a box for romance and sex.  Actually, those are two different boxes.  Typically, these issues all stay organized in their boxes and do not fraternize with the issues from the other boxes.  A man jumps in one box, deals with the situation, and moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our second post, however, we discussed how women process life much like a plate of spaghetti.  Every thought and feeling and is connected to every other thought and feeling in life.  This is why women multi-task better.  This is why women can change gears so quickly.  A woman can be at work &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; be thinking of you at the same time.  A woman can be getting the kids in the car &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; finishing up the grocery list at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're married, you are well aware of how these differences can cause friction in your relationship.  A husband can get very frustrated with his wife for "jumping boxes" too quickly and leaving him feeling lost.  He can also feel tricked into an argument because his wife may have accidentally read too much into a straying comment he made earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, on the other hand, can get very upset that their husbands seem so zoned out.  It drives them crazy how he can't get his mind off something.  How is that he may respond when he's sitting in front of the TV, but his brain's not involved.  Why can't he see the little things that need attended to (like a crying child in the middle of his path) just because his mind is on something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, we as human beings can get very frustrated when someone doesn't see things in the same way we do.  And often we assume that a person &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; understand how we're feeling, but that they just don't care.  Ninety-nine percent of the time this is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of staying frustrated with these differences, we really must embrace them.  When we seek to understand our spouse's point of view, love will not be hindered by our own interpretation of why he or she is doing the things that they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some practical ways we can use this information as tools in our every day lives together.  (My wife helped me come up with the list for the wives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For The Wives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1.  Ask your husband to help with chores around the house.  If he isn't helping, don't assume that he doesn't care.  He's just in a different box.  Even if it's just TV watching, that's what he's "working on" and he is giving it his all.  In nine out of ten situations, he doesn't realize you need help.  Understand that he needs you to tell him what you'd like done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Give him time to change boxes.  If you know there are several errands you want to get done while the two of you are out, make sure you've communicated those ahead of time instead of springing them on him last minute. He will have a better idea of the game plan and won't have his boxes crushed when he's wanting to get home in time for kickoff and you have "two more quick stops" in mind.  Tell him ahead of time if a plan changes and give him a few minutes to climb into a different box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Connected to that is just the idea of communicating what box you'd be in if you were in a box.  For example, "Let's go to the mall" means different things to men and women.  To a man it means, "Let's go to the mall and get some specific thing."  To a woman it may mean that, or it may mean, "Let's just go spend time together at the mall."  Let your husband in on the plan, and it will be easier for him to be there with you.  Tell him, "I'd like to go look for some new jeans, and I'd like for you to help me pick them out."  Done.  He can be there for you.  If you just want to browse, let him know: "I think I'm just going to look around for a while."  Just hearing that your plan is no plan at all helps us feel better.  We won't be as quick to get frustrated with you not buying anything because you let us know what you were thinking and we didn't have to guess.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For The Husbands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1.  Chores around the house often go unnoticed.  If you didn't know, there are two different thought processes happening when you are driving home with your wife at the end of a long day Christmas shopping.  You are thinking how nice it will be to lay down on the couch and veg the rest of the night.  You are planning to be in a Nothing Box until bed time.  Your wife, on the other hand, is not feeling relaxed yet.  She is planning dinner, remembering the wet clothes in the washing machine, and feeling like a bad mother because she's debating on letting the kids go another day without washing their hair.  She also remembers that it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; mother's birthday next week and neither of you have signed that card yet.  Oh and the bedroom is a mess.  Though we do process life in boxes, we must learn to jump boxes quickly, and develop new boxes to help us in our marriage relationship.  For example, develop the "What Can I Help With?" box for every time you arrive home.  If you get into the habit of being in that box immediately when you get home, then you won't be disappointed if your wife asks you to do something.  And, even though you may not see everything that needs to be done the way your wife does, she'll know that you want to.  Also, when you are in the habit of jumping into that box as soon as you get home, you will actually learn to see those opportunities you may have otherwise not noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ask your wife questions so that you can choose which box to be in.  One time my wife and I went to the mall and she was just browsing through a bunch of shirts.  Instead of looking at my watch and sighing loudly, I simply asked nicely, "What are you looking for?"  She told me she was looking for a black sweater and described it a little.  Done.  I got into the box of hunting for black sweaters and was on the case.  Instead of just wondering what your wife is thinking, ask.  That will help you and your box-mentality immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  If you've ever been in those talks where she gets mad at you for trying to fix all her problems, than this one's for you.  In those conversations where you feel lost as to what she wants to hear from you, just kindly ask, "What is it that you need from me right now."  If your wife is up to speed on your thought process (have her read these posts), she can let you know.  "Oh, I don't know, I'm just venting right now."  Or, "I want to know what you think I should do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lastly, remember that romance and sex are always connected.  If you can work on combining these two waffle squares, your marriage will change indescribably.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are seeing the power that understanding our differences has in these situations.  Sure we could get stuck on how "I shouldn't have to tell him" or complain and say "I just never know what she wants from me," but that gets us nowhere.  When we understand these differences, it teaches us to still be in love because we aren't letting ourselves be distracted by the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have enjoyed these posts, I strongly recommend you head on over to Amazon.com and order the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0736919619?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=iamhusbandcom-20&amp;amp;link_code=as3&amp;amp;camp=211189&amp;amp;creative=373489&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0736919619"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Men Are Like Waffles — Women Are Like Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jim and Pam Farrel.  I promise that you and and your wife will not be disappointed.  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Read the first part &lt;a href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/01/i-am-waffle_27.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously we talked about how men are like waffles.  Men process life in little boxes, usually only spending time in one box at a time, and enjoy staying in a box until that "issue" is dealt with, whether it be a watching a movie or finishing a project at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women on the other hand, are like spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the book &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0736919619?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=iamhusbandcom-20&amp;link_code=as3&amp;camp=211189&amp;creative=373489&amp;creativeASIN=0736919619"&gt;Men Are Like Waffles – Women Are Like Spaghetti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Steve and Pam Farrel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you look at a plate of spaghetti, you notice that there are individual noodles that all touch one another.  If you attempted to follow one noodle around the plate, you would intersect a lot of other noodles and you might even switch to another noodle [seemingly] seamlessly.  That's how women process life.  Every thought and issue is connected to every other thought and issue in some way.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life is much more a process for women than it is for men.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why women can multi task effortlessly.  This is why women often feel the need to talk things through.  And, listen up here, guys: This is why women want to talk to you about their problems but don't necessarily want you to try and fix them!  All of life is a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;process&lt;/span&gt;, and we as husbands either help or hinder that process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In conversation, a woman can link the logical, emotional, relational, and spiritual aspects of the topic.  These links come so naturally that the conversation is effortless for her.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If she's able to connect all the issues together, the answer to the question at hand bubbles to the surface and is readily accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This often creates significant stress when a man and woman talk because while she's making all the connections, he's frantically jumping boxes, trying to keep up with the conversation.  The man's eyes are rolling back in his head while the tidal wave of information is swallowing him up.  When the woman is finished, she feels better and he's overwhelmed."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually after this tidal wave of information the question, "So what do you think?" comes out.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shoot!  About what?  What do I think about what?  About what she was looking for at the mall, or about taking this new job, or about her relationship with her dad when she was little!  What?!  What?!&lt;/span&gt;  Or maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I used to have a lot of friends who were girls.  One thing they used to all say to me was that they enjoyed talking to me because I was a good listener.  I always smiled and said thank you, but inside I was feeling completely lost.  I wasn't participating in the conversation because I had no earthly idea what I should say!  I didn't know how to keep up in the conversation so I just remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why a wife &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;typically&lt;/span&gt; takes things more personally than her husband; a casual comment about tonight's dinner not being your favorite is not just a comment about dinner, it's a comment about her whole life.  While you were simply answering her question about how you liked the meal, what she heard was that you don't think she's a good cook.  Which implies that you don't think she feeds the family well.  Which implies that you don't think she can take care of her kids.  And that makes perfect sense because you're always asking to go out to eat on Sunday afternoon which she never liked because her family always ate lunch at home on Sundays and so the only reason why you wouldn't want to do that is because you actually wished you were married to the girlfriend your mom always talks about with such fond memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what?  No...Yes?...um...I don't know!  You &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; you were just in the box of answering the question about dinner.  You jumped into the "Question About Dinner" box, fixed the problem, and jumped out.  Now on to the "Help With Dishes" box.  The only thing is, to her you weren't in a waffle box, you were on a plate of spaghetti, and you just grabbed onto a noodle that was connected to noodles that go years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can all appreciate the humor in this, but I'm sure that most of you will seriously relate to these situations as well.  If both sexes will understand these differences, arguments like these will become fewer and fewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very important that both the men and the women realize that this isn't an excuse, it's simply an explanation.  If the husband can come to terms with the fact that this is how his wife was designed, he will keep himself from getting overly upset and resentful for his wife's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;processed&lt;/span&gt; lifestyle.  He will spend more time seeking to give her what she does need, instead of shutting off and retreating to an easy box, like zoning out and watching a game.  If the wife can understand that this is how her brain works, she can work extra hard to clue her husband in on where her thoughts are going, and be more patient when he gets lost.  She can also work extra hard to not take things so personally by understanding that her husband was directly responding to the situation at hand, and didn't mean to associate it with any other event in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next post we'll talk more about waffles and spaghetti and how a marriage can thrive (not simply survive) through understanding the strange differences between man and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/02/how-to-enjoy-plate-of-waffles-and.html"&gt;VIEW PART THREE OF THIS SERIES HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=iamhusbandcom-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=0736919619&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219874887932551072-1096963749937797034?l=www.iamhusband.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kindly, she put them on my dresser so I wouldn't forget.  A few minutes later, as requested, I signed the cards and went ahead and closed up the envelopes.  Then I left them on the dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes later after we were well on our way to visit our friends, my wife asked, "You brought the cards, right?"  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Um, no.  Why would I have brought them?  All you asked me to do was sign them.&lt;/span&gt;  I quickly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry...you asked me to sign them, so I signed them and left them on the dresser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could have easily been an argument along the lines of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why would I need to ask you to bring them when you knew that we were on our way out the door?  Why can't you just think about these things?&lt;/span&gt; did not turn into that because my wife understands something extremely important about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a waffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favorite relationship books that has been a huge help to my wife and me in our marriage is called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0736919619?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=iamhusbandcom-20&amp;link_code=as3&amp;camp=211189&amp;creative=373489&amp;creativeASIN=0736919619"&gt;Men Are Like Waffles – Women Are Like Spaghetti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Steve and Pam Farrel.  Over the next couple of posts I'd like to highlight some of the concepts in that book.  If what I mention interests you at all, I strongly suggest ordering yourself a copy.  It is a light-hearted and humorous read with some very, very true principles that will help you both be "understanding and delighted in your differences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Men Are Like Waffles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We men process life in boxes, much like the little boxes that make up a waffle.  And we can really only effectively spend time in one box at a time.  We have a box for work, a box for family, a box for listening, a box for signing thank you cards, etc.  Our thinking is divided up into boxes that have room for one issue, and one issue only.  It's why we can get so caught up fixing things.  It's why we get a little nervous when you ask, "Did you miss me today while you were at work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When he's at work he's at work.  When he's in the garage tinkering around, he's in the garage tinkering.  When he's watching TV, he's simply watching TV.  That's why he can look like he's in a trance and ignore everything else going on around him.  Social scientists call this 'compartmentalizing'—putting life and responsibilities into different compartments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This fact of man is exactly why we can answer the question, "What are you thinking about?" with, "Nothing" and mean it.  There is a Nothing Box, and we enjoy spending time in it often.  Women have a hard time believing this, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly why I forgot the Thank You cards the other morning.  She asked me to sign my name, I did, and I felt good that I did what she asked.  I jumped in that box, fixed the problem, and moved on.  This is extremely frustrating for some women to understand, and it's extremely frustrating for some men who can't quite explain the way they tick in a way that makes sense to their women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very important that both the men and women realize that this isn't an excuse, it's simply an explanation.  If the wives can come to terms with the fact that this is how her husband was designed, she will keep herself from getting overly upset about mishaps and will not take these misunderstandings personally.  If the husband can understand that this is how his brain works, then he can try extra hard to teach himself how to ask, "Now, is there anything else I could do besides what I was asked to?" after he has dealt with the issue in his current box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's just a little bit about men and waffles.  Next time I'll talk about how women are like spaghetti, and then after that we'll talk about how waffles and spaghetti are supposed to get along on the same plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/02/my-wife-is-plate-of-spaghetti.html"&gt;VIEW PART 2 OF THIS SERIES HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=iamhusbandcom-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=0736919619&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219874887932551072-2057389556712245518?l=www.iamhusband.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/feeds/2057389556712245518/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/01/i-am-waffle_27.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219874887932551072/posts/default/2057389556712245518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219874887932551072/posts/default/2057389556712245518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.iamhusband.com/2009/01/i-am-waffle_27.html" title="I Am A Waffle" /><author><name>a husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00332668923008049669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12335978589786681671" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINSHc8cCp7ImA9WxVRGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219874887932551072.post-970467229693881490</id><published>2009-01-24T12:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:36:39.978-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-24T21:36:39.978-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Theory of Husband" /><title>The Priceless Gift Of Virginity In Marriage</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;One of the most popular stories on CNN.com this last week was an article called &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/01/22/virginity.value/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What Is Virginity Worth Today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The article is centered around a 22-year-old girl (I just can't bring myself to type "woman") named Natalie Dylan who is auctioning off her virginity to the highest bidder.  The last bid quoted was $3.8 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting a dollar amount on a sacred piece of marriage just doesn't sit right with me.  Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is confused sexually, this much I know for sure.  Opponents of the "Save Sex Till Marriage" campaigns say that we shouldn't force dated religious ideals on young people today.  They say we should just educate and let them make their own responsible decisions; never mind that we don't dare apply that same logic to children owning handguns or twelve-year-olds getting their driver's licenses.  Oh, and we can't forget to mention that at the same time they're telling us not to force religious sexual values on our children, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are telling our children, "Sex is a precious gift and it must be shared between two individuals who truly care about each other."  Well where did that "truth" come from?  Who says that we have to care about each other?  Who says it has to be between two people?  There is obviously some moral standard they're trying to convey.  Why does it get to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm distracting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the article, vice president for the Sexuality Information and Education Council of the U.S., Martha Kempner, said that telling a young woman to stay pure misses the point.  "By putting the emphasis there, [on virginity], we're actually devaluing the rest of women, the rest of her, and the rest of her sexuality for the rest of her life," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devaluing the rest of women?  Don't think so.  Devaluing the rest of her sexuality for the rest of her life?  Most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not shy in admitting that my wife and I were both virgins when we married.  By "not shy" I mean to say that I'm proud of it, that I love it, and that I love her more for it.  The thought often crosses my mind when we're making love that she saved this experience for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.  I never have to wonder how I compare to old lovers, and I never have to picture another man being intimate with her.  I am my lover's and my lover is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world today can't say that this isn't important, otherwise people wouldn't be shelling out $3.8 million for an untouched woman.  Or, for a down to earth example, dirty-mouthed locker room boys wouldn't take pride in "popping cherries" and would quit labeling those girls who don't cherish their sexuality as sluts.  If you think you don't care about a woman's sexual past but have ever wondered how you stack up to previous partners, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you do care&lt;/span&gt;.  If people actually didn't care about the beauty of virginity, then this article on CNN wouldn't have been among the top ten stories this last week.  The truth is, whether we want to or not, we all value virginity.  (Or consider this tell tale test: Imagine the woman you're going to marry and spend the rest of your life with.  If you had a choice, would you choose for her to have slept with other guys, or to have you as her one and only lover?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse is that those who do value their virginity are feeling more and more alone in the world.  Many seem to give up their gift simply because they feel that everyone else has already done so.  I've seen conversations in forums online and heard comments from people in real life that if you're looking for someone who's saving themselves, prepare to live a celebate life.  The ridiculousness of this advice is that it is only given by those who couldn't wait themselves.  Of course they'd say that — these guys found girls who believed the same thing (or convinced them to believe it) and so they gave it up together.  If you want to believe in the value of virginity, don't ask those who don't value it what they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually know a young couple in their early twenties who are getting married in a few months.  Both are virgins and, no, both were not raised in a church.  She was, he wasn't, but they both decided to wait. And right now, they are both celebrating that they did.  Being married as and to a virgin is still very possible in today's world.  The problem is that our loudest messages on the subject come from Hollywood and people like Martha Kempner.  And, sadly, because of these messages, more and more people are giving up on waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post isn't so much for married men, by the way.  As a married a man, whether you were a virgin or not, you are to be crazy in love and faithful to the woman you chose.  This post was not written to make you feel guilty over the choices you made before marriage — feeling guilty about this doesn't help your marriage at all.  This post was written for those unmarried men and women who may stumble onto this site, questioning whether or not it is worth waiting to have sex.  It is, guys.  It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple's love flourishes amidst the the things that make them uniquely them.  Along with having a favorite song and plenty of inside jokes, having shared my sexuality with only my wife makes me that much more crazy in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that kind of sexuality is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219874887932551072-970467229693881490?l=www.iamhusband.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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