Have you ever heard the expression…
Do someone you love a favor, leave them alone?
I’ve often wondered if women with men know how lucky they are especially if they’re decent and kind. I see so many twisted relationships based more on money than love. Yeah I know, Susannah you’re not in Kansas anymore, and all I can say to that is, it’s a cryin shame.
A couple I’ve known for 20 years who have had a very long marriage, are having problems. I’ve sat with Mandy, I’ll call her, on a bench in the park numerous times while she complains about Roger.
Now I’ve learned to say nothing…listening, only responding when asked, not easy when you’re observing a train wreck. She just won’t let him be. He tends a garden at a schoolyard, a pure labor of love that from his efforts, looks like Eden, it’s so verdant and flush. While he works the earth, she sits there like his mother, eyeing his every move. The man is 67 years-old. Does she think he’s going to run off with a rose bush?
You see that’s the key right there. Don’t treat a man like your son. Let men be men, and I’m the first to say they’re far from perfect, but they do have qualities that can take you over the moon.
I’m an old-fashioned girl. I like when a man steps up for me, opens the door, helps me out of a cab. Chivalry, when spotted, should be swooned over, not shredded. Mandy, who in her day was quite the vamp, doesn’t allow Roger his manhood. You can hear his balls clinking around in her oversized Prada purse.
I invited them to my new house, for wine I said. Roger, all smiles said, “oh, we’d love to come.” Next time I saw Mandy, she chased me up the street. “You can’t have him over..he’s not supposed to drink. You need to take back the invitation.”
If I told you her behavior turned my stomach, I wouldn’t be exaggerating.
Again I said nothing, but my heart quietly strolled over to Roger’s side of the fence.
Another friend I have is not well, and he too has a very dominating wife who rules the roost without taking very good care of him, yet up his ass like a proctor exam scrutinizing his every move. I’d like to take both these women and crash their heads together like a couple of coconuts.
If they only knew how much more alluring they’d be if they just gave their misters a little wiggle room.
Do someone you love a favor, leave them alone, then watch what happens.
Those roses will bloom, only for you.