An Old Old Story
The Family Man
Forty something years old. Bills, mortgage payments, kids, car payment, job stress, hair loss. It can all work beautiful for a mature man who loves family life. But for some, it's too much pressure. The truth of the inner-man is tested. Some will slowly detach and the excuses begin.
1) I have to work late. 2) My job is so stressful, I need to be alone. 3) Declines family outings
Then you start noticing that he is working out. Changing the way he dresses. Starts using cologne. You ask, "Is there something wrong?" To which he replies, "You are crazy. You are paranoid. Nothing is wrong." Things get worse. You are suspicious. He isolates himself more and more. He has the illusion that he is smarter than you are. You don't understand him. Nobody understands him.
Enter: Younger woman who doesn't have stretch marks from having his babies. A woman who doesn't have bags under her eyes from getting up 5 nights in a row with a sick child. A woman who doesn't have lines in her forehead from trying to manage a household without the help of her husband. A woman who keeps her hair styled and her fingernails to perfection because of lack of commitment to anyone except herself.
Now this woman............she understands him. LOL!
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The difference in a boy....and a man....By Dr. Laura
Boys ask questions... Men give answers
Boys play house... Men build homes
Boys shack up... Men get married
Boys make babies... Men raise children
A Boy won't raise his own children... A Man will raise his and someone else's
Boys invent excuses for failure... Men produce strategies for success
Boys look for somebody to take care of them... Men look for someone to take care of
Boys seek popularity… Men demand respect and know how to give it
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