Written by edred30 in HBF
Once on this site, everyone was writing about one of their first insights into the nature of women.
Yesterday, I was thinking about a trip I took 15 years ago when I was still married. We went to New Jersey to visit the ex’s grandmother, who at the time was in her late 80’s. One morning she started reminiscing about all of her late husbands. She’d had 5 husbands, all of whom she outlived (or worked to death).
I remember being struck by how she described them. One by one, she would recall his name, the number of years married, whether or not he was a good provider, and how long it took for Grim to show up and punch his ticket. It went something like this: Bob was my last husband. He took good care of me and always fixed things around the house as soon as they broke. You know, all five of my husbands were very good husbands.
At the time, although still a slave of the system, I noticed that the names of the husbands could have been replaced with lawn tractor models: Yes, the John Deere L-11 was my third mower. It always cranked and was very useful. I had no trouble with it. Then one day while using it, it blew a head gasket and I had get another one.
The moral of the experience…women don’t care about any unique qualities you might have. They don’t care about what makes you different. They don’t care about your dreams. They don’t care about your inner peace or contentment. They don’t care about who you are or your core qualites. They want to know what YOU can do for THEM and their children. Oh, and be sure to purchase an adequate life insurance policy. After you die of exhaustion, she expects to maintain the lifestyle to which she’s accustomed.