I have been married to the same man for 7 years.And as simple and as easy that sentence was to construct it however was not that easy to stay married for 7 years. Seven years of laughs, frustrations, fun , arguments ,adjustments and love.After 7 years you understand Tina’s song, What’s Love Gotta Do!
Meanwhile along this journey you realize that arguments teach you how to learn. If you are effectively arguing that means you are effectively learning lessons . You (women) learn which buttons to push and which ones not to push. You can distinguish between what makes him happy and those things to do to get under his skin. Most men aren’t set up as such. And it’s OK.
Case and point a woman can show a man a picture a woman getting a gift from her probably boyfriend, (Somehow men forget to romance after marriage. That’s another day another blog .) Instead of him going out to buy what you like he buys exactly what’s on the picture. For about 10 years, 7 years married and 3 dating I have told my husband that if he wants to buy flowers for me buy… Mac lipstick, body spray, lotions, bracelets, etc those are flowers to me. And the presentation of it all is what makes it special. He’s only improving slightly.
Now there were a few years in the beginning that I would pout and cry when I got a giant Hershey bar in a Walmart bag… Heck I still cry about it now and I’m sure you would too but I guess that’s what makes him great. So I’m gonna let him be great and gladly accept it and the sappy card that he didn’t write and move on with my life bc I have learned to adjust to my situation. If I want it… I go buy it myself. The end! 😂
All of this leads me to the point of this blog, learning his love language. You see I never understood why he wanted me to eat… Hershey bars were a consistent gift and dinner dates were way too common. On our first anniversary he cooked me dinner, I didn’t respond to his meal bc don’t you have to eat to live besides that it was his favorite meal not mine. So good food doesn’t equal love to me but it does to him. Somehow food is his love language and that’s one way he shows love.
Now if I had missed that I would have taken those Hershey bars as an example of him wanting me to be fat… Instead I didn’t eat them well not all of them and just figured out that it was in fact his love language. How screwed up would that have been if I never learned…lol.
Learning is fundamental…