[I Married the Wrong Guy] (http://www.self.com/wellness/relationships/2013/03/married-the-wrong-guy)

 

This article popped up in my news feed the other day. I was thinking, oh great another feminist article for my wife to read and get influenced by. But it's not what you think.

 

I dated one creative brooder after another—men who had no interest in playing house and would sooner starve than procreate.

This reads like an alpha widow finally finds a BB to settle down with as she approaches the wall.

Now that I was in my 30s, my desire for a family was all I could think about.

Done riding the CC.

Anyway, she realizes he's not perfect so she treats him like shit. He sniffs elsewhere. She gets back inline. Maybe he found TRP.

either keep acting like a spoiled child, demanding that Nick be perfect, or I could be a grown-up.

She realizes that she is the oldest teenager in the house.

I slowly began to behave differently, to act like the person I wanted to be. It wasn’t easy at first, and it still isn’t, but that’s part of the challenge of being married. The more I laugh, the funnier Nick is. The more I show my appreciation, the more appreciative of me he becomes. Having things my way, I’ve come to understand, is less important than having someone real to love. I’ve given up my fantasy of a perfect husband for the reality of a stable family, and, to my surprise, I’m happy—at least most of the time.

 

The first part of this article describes my wife and I. The only thing I can do is keep on lifting, reading and improving myself. Carry the MRP torch, maybe she will grow to love the man I become. Anyway, I hope she wakes the fuck up and grows up like this woman. If not, oh well.