If you’re willing to live in a cardboard box on the streets with him, then marry him.
I assumed my first undivided responsibility.
He knew himself well enough to know his own faults. Impatient and judgmental and stubborn and often too quick to act: he would try never to crush her, never to overwhelm her or bend her to his will, but if she did not demand only the best from him, it would happen. It might happen. Possibly.
As Miriam released my hand I felt that she and Midwife Bell had returned to a more primitive world, where men never intruded and even their role in conception was unknown. Here the chain of life was mother to daughter, daughter to mother. Fathers and sons belonged in the shadows with the dogs and livestock, like the retriever growling at Midwife Bell’s unfamiliar car from the window of my neighbours’ living room.
Most people who are would each not be in love with their partner, if they did not have the kind of genitals they have.
We all have a childhood dream that when there is love, everything goes like silk, but the reality is that marriage requires a lot of compromise.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
In the end it will be your “Actions
When words lose the value… nothing is left!
The woman of my dreams. The woman of my nightmares. Everything good and bad about my life. The “I do