Sorry, I'm not too good with titles. This is the best i could come up with. This experience was sent to me this morning and i thought it would be good to share.



I, Sarah Adams take you, Lawson Kuti as my lawful wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do us part” she smiled at him through her veil.

“You may now kiss your bride Mr. Lawson” The Pastor beckoned.

Lawson’s heart raced as he gently unveiled his bride’s face. She looked so beautiful. He gently bent over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Sarah in turn embraced him tightly with tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Never leave me Sarah” He whispered in her ear.

“I will never leave you” she whispered and they slowly released themselves from the embrace.

“I present to you the latest couple!” The Pastor exclaimed excitedly

The church cheered and Sarah cried more in her husband’s arms

5 years Later

Sarah silently tip toed behind her husband. He was in his study, engrossed in reading. She smiled to herself and gently covered his eyes with both hands.

“It’s just you and I in this house Sara, plus, I smelled you the moment you walked in” He dropped

Sara released her hold, sighed and sat on the study table, “Why do you figure me out so easily? I can’t even surprise you! That sucks” she curled her arms around his neck

“You are my wife, nothing you do is supposed to surprise me” He playfully pecked her nose.

“But you’ve been in the study all day and I’m bored!” She rolled her eyes

“So what kind of fun do you suggest we have then?” He swooped her off the table in his arms

“No! no that kind of fun!” She hit him playfully till he put her down

“Ok”, He folded his arms on his chest, looking into her eyes, “So what do you want us to do?”

“Not us. Actually, all I want is to play with your play station and you’ve hidden it again! Just give it to me and you can continue your reading, pleaaaseee” She blinked her eyes playfully

“No way”, He went back toward his study chair and sat, “Not my play station”

“Why! You never let me touch it…like its your baby” She sulked

“Well”, he rolled his eyes, “Not like you’ve given me a baby yet”

Sara paused for a moment. Did he just say that to her? The words struck her deep down

“You shouldn’t have said that Lawson…” She managed to say, her countenance changing.

“But it’s true…I’m only saying the truth Sara” He turned to face her, still sitting on the chair.

“The truth? You think I don’t want us to have kids?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that…” He stood to face her now.

“Then what are you saying Lawson? Tell me, what is the truth?”

“Let’s not do this today…please. You can have the play station and play all you want. It’s in my footwear locker and the key is in my Bible”

“You always do this…hurting me with your words” Her voice began to shake

“Don’t start Sara please”

“Tell me why you said those words to me! I want to know!”

“Because I’m tired! I want to be a father! I want to have my own kids Sara…”

” and you think I don’t?!” Sara flared, trying not to let the tears pour

“Then why can’t you get pregnant Sara? This is the fifth year we are trying.” He clenched his teeth and walked out of the study room.

Sara was in shock. She sat on the chair for some seconds, stood up again and sat on the chair again…this time she held on to her blouse and burst into tears.

2weeks after

“Lawson, wake up please” Sara tapped him

Lawson gently opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock by his bedside, “It’s 2:00am Sara…”

“It’s urgent”

“I’m listening” He said drowsily

“Mother says we should come for tests. She says she’s spoken to her doctor and he said we should come.”

“What?” Lawson opened his eyes now, “Your mother is in the UK for Christ’s sakes”

“Let’s just do it. We can go for the weekend, lets just give it a shot, please.”

“No. That would be rather expensive and…”

“It’s my birthday today and the only thing I want from you is this trip”

Lawson fell quiet now. For the past two years now, his wife’s birthday skips his mind…totally.

“I’m…I’m sorry Sara…It skipped my mind…”

“It always does” She lay down back on the bed, backing him.

Lawson wrapped his arms around her waist, “I said I’m sorry…”

No response.

Lawson sighed, “Fine, we go this weekend”

“Really?” She turned sharply, excited

“If it will make you happy today”

“Thank you baby” She hugged him.

A week after

Sara jerked at the vibration of the phone in her pocket.

“Hi mom!” she pressed the phone to her ear with her shoulders, wiping the washed dishes with her hands.

“Honey…”

“What is it mom?” she pressed it harder

“The result…the result of the tests…” her mother cried

Sarah gently dropped the plate and the wiper, hear racing…”Just say it mom…”

That night

“I can never have children Lawson…” Sara cried

Lawson felt his world crash right in front of him, “W…what?”

“Mama called today…she’s gotten the tests results”

“Jesus Christ” Lawson stood, placing his palm on his head, “b…but you told me you were ok before we got married, you told me the doctor said your abortion didn’t damage your womb”

“Don’t bring my past into this!” Sara flared

Lawson laughed and got serious almost immediately, “You are crazy. I married a crazy woman!”

Sara looked at him in shock, like he’d lost his mind.

“The results say you can never have children and we both know that this has to do with the abortion you had before we met!”, he flared, “are you happy?…you know we’re screwed right? No kids? what re we going to tell the world?”

“Lawson we can adopt…” Sara cried

“Adopt? Wow!”, he laughed again, “I married a funny woman too!” He got serious again, “Its still not our baby! The damn baby is not my flesh and blood! You are full of deceit Sara” He looked into her eyes. Sara could see him fighting his tears.

“Lawson stop…you are hurting me…” Sara fell on her knees crying

“You want to know what I’m thinking?” Lawson looked at her with disgust, “I’m thinking how
on earth I’m going to stand seeing your deceitful face for the rest of my life”

“Sara cried harder, “Dont give up Lawson…So far I have a womb…I can still carry our baby…”

“I am not giving up on having my baby, I’m giving up on you” Lawson turned around to leave

“Lawson!” She held his feet, “I’m hurting too…”

He only dragged his feet from her hold and drove out of the house. She wept.

A month Later

“Mother, he’s not even talking to me. All of a sudden we are both strangers…He doesn’t eat my food, comes home late…he hates me so much and it’s killing me. I’m confused…to think that it’s truly hurting…”

“For how long will you hide this truth from him. You’ve got to let him know…you can’t carry his…”

There was the sound of a car horn

“Mom I’ve got to go…he’s back”

“Baby, you’ve got to let him know. It can work when you two are one in mind”

“Bye mom” she ended the call.

Lawson came into the house, about to walk past her.

“Lawson” She held him

“I’m tired” He didn’t want to look at her face

“I know…can we talk for some minutes?” She tried to help him remove his suit

“Look what is it” He jerked from her

“Do you hate me this much? you can’t even look me in the eye? you can’t even stand my sight? Lawson…it’s me Sara…your best friend…” Her eyes grew moist

“I’m in no mood for this” He turned around to walk away

“Don’t you dare leave when I’m talking to you!” She dragged him by the suit. Just then, some papers fell to the floor. Sara quickly bent to pick them up…her hands shook and her body became numb all over.

“D…divorce papers? Lawson?” She searched his eyes

“Answer me goddammit!” She held him by the collar of his shirt, crying

“They are for you to sign. I want to be out” Lawson dropped

“Y…you what?” she slowly freed him from her hold

“It’s not going to work Sara, can’t you see?”

“Lawson I can’t believe you would think of a divorce and even go this far…why are you so wicked!” she cried, angry

“No! Why are you so wicked!” He retorted, flaring

“Think about me for once. I am a man for Christ’s sakes. My children are my pride! and you are about to deny me that for the rest of my life because of your silly mistake!”

“What about me! have you stopped for once to think about what I’m going through”

“It’s your cross, carry it” Lawson fixed his angry eyes on his wife

“No, its now our cross and I am not signing those divorce papers! We vowed never to leave each other!”

“Isn’t it better Sara that you save yourself more hurt and sign these papers than to see another woman move into this house before your very eyes?” he said with a tone of sarcasm

Sara’s heart thumped, “What?”

“You heard me…another woman who can help raise a family, so save yourself the stress and sign the damn papers. I need it tomorrow”He turned around to leave again

“She still can’t carry your baby” Sara dropped

“Not all women had abortions. Not every woman was like you.” He scorned

“You are the one who can’t give me a child!” Sara let out, crying.

Lawson stopped now, turned around and walked towards her, “Whatever your plan is won’t work”

“I told you I could never have a child because its you who can’t make me pregnant”

“Shut up! shut up Sara! what the hell are you saying!” He shook her shoulders violently

“You are infertile Lawson…the doctor says you have primary infertility…” Sara burst into tears

Lawson gasped, loosing his balance.

“Mother called me to give me the news. I was shattered, I felt like my world was over but more importantly I thought of you. I thought of what the news could do to you, I thought of the best way to tell you… never for once did i think of leaving you. I bore your insults, your scorn, because of my past. It was so easy to judge me and think of yourself. I am the one who is hurting, I am the one who should bring some miserable divorce papers…but I thought of you…I thought of hope, faith and a miracle…I thought of my vow to you on that altar. In sickness and in health remember?”, she smiled through her tears, “all of a sudden you are as weak as a baby…looking in your eyes, I can see you sudenly have lost all your guards, You are so wicked”

“Sara…” Lawson fell on his knees, torn.

“No!” She quickly fell on her knees too, “No Lawson…” She couldn’t bear to see him cry

“I’m…I’m infertile”, he cried, “What is left of me?” he searched his wife’s eyes

“Lawson please…” she held his face, “I understand…it has been so hard for me…I have put myself in your shoes since the first day…”

“You don’t deserve this…you deserve better…I can’t believe I scorned you all along…please let me leave you”

“No” she shook her head, “You are my husband. I won’t leave you. I won’t let you leave me…I believe in miracles”

“I’m doomed…Sara I’m doomed…”He allowed his wife take him in her arms and on her shoulder he wept like a child.

In the Morning

Sara gently opened her eyes, looking beside her bed…it was empty. She quickly sat up on seeing a note gently placed on the bed. Hands shaking, she opened the letter to read.

Sara,

I cannot bear the shame. I have treated you so unfairly, yet you love me still, you are with me even in this condition of mine. To think that you knew all along and you never for once gave me a clue that it is my fault we are in this mess, makes me so unworthy of you. I love you enough to let you build another life with a man who can make you happier. I’m torn Sara and all I ask is your forgiveness. I have always loved you and if you truly love me then please start your life over again…without me…I am truly sorry for disappointing you.

Lawson.

Sara couldn’t control the tears. She couldn’t think straight anymore. She picked her cell phone, shaking…

“Hi Mr. Lawson’s office please”

“Hi Lola…” she cried, “have you seen my husband today?”

“No…no ma’am, we’ve been expecting him at work. He has a presentation is fifteen minutes”

“Oh God…God…” Sara dipped her hand in her full hair

“Everything ok ma’am?”

“Thank you” she ended the call.

She quickly got down from the bed and in her pyjamas she ran into her car. She dialed his number repeatedly as she drove…no answer.

At 2:00pm

She sped into Fred’s compound, a close friend to her husband.

“Fred!” she banged the door hastily till the door flung open

“My God Sara what’s wrong?” Fred held her

“It’s…it’s Lawson…have you seen him? is he here?”

“No…Haven’t heard from him in a week”

“Oh God” she held her hair

“What’s wrong?”

But she was already walking away into her car.

“Sara!” He called after her.

She zoomed away.

4:30pm

“Mom, Dad, I can’t find Lawson…I can’t find your son…” she cried as she paced in front of the two who looked lost

“You have to calm down and tell us what happened” Lawson’s mother put her arms around Sara.

Sara burst into tears, “Please Dad could you try his number, maybe he’d pick your call?”

“Have you been to his office?” He picked his cellphone and dialed his son’s number

“I have been everywhere I know him to be likely available”

“It’s ok…calm down please” Lawson’s mother pet her

“He’s not picking. What exactly went wrong between you two?” Lawson’s father searched Sara’a eyes

9:00pm

Sara was still in her pyjamas and on her way back home, exhausted and stuck in the traffic. She had told Lawson’s parents everything. The poor couple was so shattered and also begging her to begin a new life. Sara buried her head on the steering, crying; she hadn’t realized the green light.

“Hey get off the freaking road!” a driver cursed from behind her

“God please don’t let him harm himself…keep him safe and lead me to him…please God…” she quickly started the car and began to move.

Suddenly she remembered the church where they wedded and took their vows. It was two hours from here; she made a u-turn and headed for the church hoping to find some peace.

She tiredly got down from the car, drenched and exhausted. She trudged into the open entrance of the church. She paused for a moment; shocked…it was Lawson sitting at the front row of the empty church, facing the altar.

“Lawson!” She began to run towards him, happy, relieved that he was ok.

“Sara?” He quickly stood as she approached him, “Sara…”

They both ran into each other’s arms. He hugged her so tightly

“I looked for you everywhere….thi­­­s was the last place I thought you’d ever be…I just came and I saw you…Lawson….I’m­­­ so happy you are ok” she touched his face

“I didn’t know where else to go…It just feels like I cant face the world anymore…” he slowly released her from his embrace.

“Take my hand” Sara stretched out her hand, “C’mon, just take it”

Lawson gently clasped his hand into hers and she took him to the altar and stood to face him. She searched his eyes so deeply and hadn’t seen him so weak and helpless.

“Five years ago Lawson, we both stood on this altar. Remember our vows? Remember you whispered in my ear never to leave you. I told you I wouldn’t…that’s­­­ why I’m here. I am your wife Lawson, I am meant to be with you forever, though the bad and good times. We’ve had good times, why would I leave you now? All I want from you is to believe that you can still give me a child despite what the result said…I want you to believe in a miracle”, she held his face, “remember when you told me I was a miracle in your life?…our children will be our miracles too. Trust God with me because I know it won’t be long…”

“Who are you Sara…” Lawson was weak with her words

“The one who vowed to be with you till the end” she smiled through her thin tears

“God I love you so much Sara” He hugged her again

“So will you come back home with me?” Sara searched his eyes

“I have no other place to call home” He placed a soft kiss on her lips.

2 years after

Lawson and Sara were on the sofa watching a late night movie. Sara was resting on his shoulders when she felt the movement

“Lawson Lawson, it moved again…don’t miss it this time touch touch” she gently placed his palm on the side of the stomach. Both felt the movement of their child

“I can feel him…I can feel him” Lawson placed his head on her belly

“I can feel him growing each day inside of me…”

“What do you think its saying now by this movement?”

“Thank you dada for believing in me” she laughed. They both laughed “The movement has stopped” he slowly removed his head from her stomach, “I think he’s sleeping”

Sara rested on his shoulders again, “In six months you’d be a father, “You finally got your miracle”

Lawson tilted his wife’s face to him, looking into her eyes, “Sara…you were the miracle I needed. Thank you for not leaving me.”

Sara tickled his nose with hers, “I love you too. Always will”, she smiled, “We missed a whole lot on our movie”

“Movie can wait, but this can’t” He gently planted a kiss on her belly.



Hi Friends,

First, we forget our vows so easily, so quickly that once our marriages start hitting the rocks, we fail to realize that there is power in union. When there is union, every mountain can be subdued. The problem is people don’t yet understand the concept of marriage and trust me, until you do, please don’t go to the alter because what you don’t understand will eventually become a burden and confuse you. The concept of marriage is ‘for better, for worse’. The ‘worse’ moments always come. I am not saying expect bad things but I’m saying that challenges come in marriage to make you stronger in oneness so don’t use it against yourselves. Don't buckle at the first sign of trouble or injustice done to you. If you persevere you just might be in a position where your spouse will look on you with awe and love and respect you more than ever before.

Second, miracles are real and I hope we all learn to have the patience to have our miracles in the end. Remember that marriage is a ‘stick and stay’ relationship not a ‘hit and run’ thing.

Remember your vows each day.


Thanks for reading.

Real queen!



Not



Trapqueen

ademasta:

What?

whew.... touching

As usual, stories of women packing the shit.

Please post the story of a decent husband.

Let us read of decent men for once.

The summary of the story is, in the event of infertility issues, if the problem is from the woman...prepare to go back to your father's house.

If it's from the man, and he knows that you know...you're safe. He'll treat you like a QUEEN.

There are exceptions though...

Why is the moral of the story convoluted?

Why did we make it about how a 'good woman' should respond to such a news, and not about how men should be fair, and how they shouldn't push their wives who are having/purportedly having infertility issues away?

Why did we neglect the man's nastiness and selfishness, and shine the light on only the woman and her response?

bukatyne:
As usual, stories of women packing the shit.

Please post the story of a decent husband.

Let us read of decent men for once.

But how can u see something bad about this story?
The man was in the wrong. The woman was the hero. This a story extolling women. What do you want??

If you have any story on decent husbands and evil wives pls post it for your enjoyment. If I do it you will say i am attacking women.

I wont answer any question on this line of reasoning again.

Mimzyy:
whew.... touching

Thanks o jare

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5minsmadness:


Thanks o jare

Your sobriquet though, makes me laugh anytime i come across it.

Mimzyy:


Your sobriquet though, makes me laugh anytime i come across it.

What's sobriquet Sob stories

5minsmadness:


What's sobriquet Sob stories

Ehmmmm, your moniker.

Mimzyy:


Ehmmmm, your moniker.

5minsmadness:

What's the inspiration behind it

bukatyne:
As usual, stories of women packing the shit.

Please post the story of a decent husband.

Let us read of decent men for once.

That's what it's always all about. No matter the packaging. At the core is always the message that encourages women to accommodate BS that they the men will never do.
Often dressed as advocacy for the marriage institution, the plot usually unravels when a man is at the receiving end of the BS.

Then it's all quiet.

At best No marriage advocates to come tell him how a wise man buildeth his home. Or how he should pray and grind his way out of her nastiness.

At worst the hypocrites will come give a very blatantly different advice than they would if the woman was in the same exact situation.

Read rinse repeat.

Op,maybe you should change your title to something like,'how women are longsuffering and put up with a lot of bullshit from men'.
If this thread is to extol women's virtues,I don't think your title is okay from the comments made so far.

Queenly treatment induced by supposed impotency .

Some read with their right brain some read with their left brain but all I see is a woman that turned another cheek instead paying back with same coin. A woman that fully understand what being married is all about which is lacking in most young generations(both male & female)
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If you think the story is promoting how women condone nonsense from a man, You can as well see it as how men misbehave to satisfy your appetite

I think OP really has choco!

The beginning of the story really fueled my penchant for fairytales but even I , queen of hopeless romance, knew when the story lost its grip on reality. Which educated new age couple waits 5yrs to ask medical questions about their fertility? Of course, these my cute cute couple couldn't find their way to a good hospital in naija but had to go and use mama's own in UK. Whew, doctor sef hasn't ever heard of the doctor-patient confidentiality, he had to let mama in on the issue. The wife...oh, dearest wife, may God bless your beautiful soul for putting up with that sheet! You are a super woman! Not once did you feel the need to correct oga's assumption even when you were faced with so much scorn from him. Awwww...bless your soul dearie...you aren't human.

But the rest of us are humans. I think a man that wants success in his marriage would really work at it too just as is expected of the woman. 5minsmadness, I have this impression, based on the things you kept writing advocating for absolute perseverance from women, that you want success when you shoot at marriage. May I please wake you from your slumber? I will anyways. You need to start seeing that the woman doesn't win the gold when she marries, the man she marries wins as well. And when the gold slips...they both lose! Its the hard truth! The union is theirs...it takes two to tango. If the guy doesn't do his bits...when the cards crumble otan niyen.

Just read and pass...don't lunch a full blown argument biko. Thanks

Yes! I'm brainwashing the ladies by depicting females as heroes in my write-ups!
I'm an evil genius! Muhahahahaha

Mimzyy:


What's the inspiration behind it

Was looking for the thread where I explained the meaning of my moniker, couldnt find it.
Essentially and in a nutshell, I'm a very serious person in real life. Always obsessing over goals and aspirations. Nairaland gives me an oppurtunity to let my hair down a little. its my 5minutes of craziness

Hence 5minsmadness

thorpido:
Op,maybe you should change your title to something like,'how women are longsuffering and put up with a lot of bullshit from men'.
If this thread is to extol women's virtues,I don't think your title is okay from the comments made so far.

I'm not responsible for what some people interprete from a visibly innocuous and romantic story. A ladyfriend of mine was inspired by it and forwarded it to my group. Everyone in the group, male and female alike thought it was a wonderful story depicting the strength of forgiveness and why one shouldn't make hasty decisions. I was particularly touched as it stressed what I have been preaching over the past few weeks on love and forgiveness even when a partner hurts you deeply. So I thought to post it on my other online groups, all of whom received it warmly and some (male and female) who asked for permission to share. It was a great inspiration for many of us this morning.

It is only on nairaland that a set of women do not see anything good in what certain people post, and would rather see the bad in everything. Their cup of tea. I cant imagine what living in their head will be like. But if dwelling on such negative things and squeezing the bitterness out of the most innocent of stories gives them joy, good for them!

sisisioge:

I think OP really has choco!

The beginning of the story really fueled my penchant for fairytales but even I , queen of hopeless romance, knew when the story lost its grip on reality. Which educated new age couple waits 5yrs to ask medical questions about their fertility? Of course, these my cute cute couple couldn't find their way to a good hospital in naija but had to go and use mama's own in UK. Whew, doctor sef hasn't ever heard of the doctor-patient confidentiality, he had to let mama in on the issue. The wife...oh, dearest wife, may God bless your beautiful soul for putting up with that sheet! You are a super woman! Not once did you feel the need to correct oga's assumption even when you were faced with so much scorn from him. Awwww...bless your soul dearie...you aren't human.

But the rest of us are humans. I think a man that wants success in his marriage would really work at it too just as is expected of the woman. 5minsmadness, I have this impression, based on the things you kept writing advocating for absolute perseverance from women, that you want success when you shoot at marriage. May I please wake you from your slumber? I will anyways. You need to start seeing that the woman doesn't win the gold when she marries, the man she marries wins as well. And when the gold slips...they both lose! Its the hard truth! The union is theirs...it takes two to tango. If the guy doesn't do his bits...when the cards crumble otan niyen.

Just read and pass...don't lunch a full blown argument biko. Thanks

I hardly do
I'm glad you read it.

sisisioge:

I think OP really has choco!

The beginning of the story really fueled my penchant for fairytales but even I , queen of hopeless romance, knew when the story lost its grip on reality. Which educated new age couple waits 5yrs to ask medical questions about their fertility? Of course, these my cute cute couple couldn't find their way to a good hospital in naija but had to go and use mama's own in UK. Whew, doctor sef hasn't ever heard of the doctor-patient confidentiality, he had to let mama in on the issue. The wife...oh, dearest wife, may God bless your beautiful soul for putting up with that sheet! You are a super woman! Not once did you feel the need to correct oga's assumption even when you were faced with so much scorn from him. Awwww...bless your soul dearie...you aren't human.

But the rest of us are humans. I think a man that wants success in his marriage would really work at it too just as is expected of the woman. 5minsmadness, I have this impression, based on the things you kept writing advocating for absolute perseverance from women, that you want success when you shoot at marriage. May I please wake you from your slumber? I will anyways. You need to start seeing that the woman doesn't win the gold when she marries, the man she marries wins as well. And when the gold slips...they both lose! Its the hard truth! The union is theirs...it takes two to tango. If the guy doesn't do his bits...when the cards crumble otan niyen.

Just read and pass...don't lunch a full blown argument biko. Thanks

I hardly do
I'm glad you read it.
P.S look up at my eight post https://www.nairaland.com/3420873/why-wont-he-treat-queen#50394783 on how to deliver proper sarcasms, remember what we talked about?

5minsmadness:


I hardly do
I'm glad you read it.
P.S look up at my first post on how to deliver proper sarcasms, remember what we talked about?

I said it! You have choco!

5minsmadness:


I'm not responsible for what some people interprete from a visibly innocuous and romantic story. A ladyfriend of mine was inspired by it and forwarded it to my group. Everyone in the group, male and female alike thought it was a wonderful story depicting the strength of forgiveness and why one shouldn't make hasty decisions. I was particularly touched as it stressed what I have been preaching over the past few weeks on love and forgiveness even when a partner hurts you deeply. So I thought to post it on my other online groups, all of whom received it warmly and some (male and female) who asked for permission to share. It was a great inspiration for many of us this morning.

It is only on nairaland that a set of women do not see anything good in what certain people post, and would rather see the bad in everything. Their cup of tea. I cant imagine what living in their head will be like. But if dwelling on such negative things and squeezing the bitterness out of the most innocent of stories gives them joy, good for them!

I actually see a story that inspires patience and longsuffering even though there are some aspects of it that are questionable.The woman's mumuness in keeping quiet when she saw results of the man's tests and taking all that ill-treatment when abused.Why keep quiet?That's not patience.
The man's nastinesss too doesn't cut it.If you treat my daughter or sister that way especially when there are fertlity issues,I might take her away from you.If the pro lem is with the man,then it makes it worse.

Another one has come
Let me draw them all out and put them in a tin-can

thorpido:
I actually see a story that inspires patience and longsuffering even though there are some aspects of it that are questionable.The woman's mumuness in keeping quiet when she saw results of the man's tests and taking all that ill-treatment when abused.Why keep quiet?That's not patience.

On the contrary it is. that is the very essence of patience. Bearing it out until your partner sees the wrong he or she has done, and repents/ask for forgiveness.

The man's nastinesss too doesn't cut it.If you treat my daughter or sister that way especially when there are fertlity issues,I might take her away from you.If the pro lem is with the man,then it makes it worse.

the man's cruelty adds drama to the whole thing. It is meant to stir up emotions.Nobody is cheering the man on for what he did. For someone who promised to love and cherish his wife on the alter, he failed horribly when the first sign of an obstacle came along(although he did persevere for five years) You will bear me witness that even in our modern times, infertile couples can stay at home for a years before seeking proper gynaecological advice.
Remember, I didn't write it, only forwarded it along.
Funny enough I'm quite sure, with all the emotion and romance infused therein in this write-up, that it was written by a woman

thorpido:
I actually see a story that inspires patience and longsuffering even though there are some aspects of it that are questionable.The woman's mumuness in keeping quiet when she saw results of the man's tests and taking all that ill-treatment when abused.Why keep quiet?That's not patience.
The man's nastinesss too doesn't cut it.If you treat my daughter or sister that way especially when there are fertlity issues,I might take her away from you.If the pro lem is with the man,then it makes it worse.

don't mind him...he's kinda having fun.

5minsmadness:
Another one has come
Let me draw them all out and put them in a tin-can

byvan03:
Queenly treatment induced by supposed impotency .

Sorry babes...I just discovered how to quote plenty people at the same time. One more...

cococandy:

That's what it's always all about. No matter the packaging. At the core is always the message that encourages women to accommodate BS that they the men will never do.
Often dressed as advocacy for the marriage institution, the plot usually unravels when a man is at the receiving end of the BS.
Then it's all quiet.
At best No marriage advocates to come tell him how a wise man buildeth his home. Or how he should pray and grind his way out of her nastiness.
At worst the hypocrites will come give a very blatantly different advice than they would if the woman was in the same exact situation.
Read rinse repeat.

sorry for the mention...its for practice. One more...

Mimzyy:

What's the inspiration behind it

Sorry everyone, we all learn everyday. I just learnt to do multiple quoting. Thanks for being a good sport

sisisioge:



I said it! You have choco!

Chocomilo?

If you're going to make a comment, use your previously known alternate and not the new one viewing For pity's sake I don't bite

Modifed:
And then she runs away
S..
U..
B..

I'm really quite gentle, honest.
Sigh.