As a self proclaimed feminist, I was surprised by how hobbled I was by my love for our first born, that I, who’d argued for years how important it was that women remain in the workforce after giving birth, couldn’t imagine being anywhere but home. I'd always prided myself on being independent and self sufficient, secure on my own two feet. Now, without a paycheck, I felt lost, unsure of my worth.
After watching my parents in their marriage, and learning what works and what doesn't on my own, here are 10 things men can do to better their marriages right away.
Author Kay Hymowitz has a provocative new book that asks whether the rise of powerful women have turned men into boys. In Manning Up, Hymowitz argues that men today are free from the traditional tests of manhood—marrying and providing for children, and this freedom comes at a price: an increasing number of men are stuck in a state of permanent adolescence.
You want to get married. And because you’ve grown up in a Christian environment that places marriage on a massive pedestal, this desire is neither surprising nor shameful. It’s merely something you’ve always assumed would be a part of your future. Yes, you are aware that the divorce rate in America continually hovers around fifty percent. You’re also realistic enough to recognize that in spite of what you learned from Jerry Maguire, a romantic partner is not going to "complete you." But, you want to have babies at some point in time, and as cheesy as it may sound, you still vaguely believe in love and think it’s possible that you might find it—yet your thirtieth birthday is looming on the horizon, and in the world of Christian dating, you are decidedly past your prime.
Every week we can manage, Traditional Love rounds up the best articles on the web about love and marriage and this week we found some doozies. NPR criticizes The Bachelor's choice of brides (oh snap!) and Stephanie Coontz calls marriage the "catalyst for divorce" and former child star Melissa Gilbert tries to recussitate her 16-year marriage. Phew. That, and more. What were you talking about this week?
Over time I started to trust my parental instincts in a way I hadn’t before. And as she grew, I marveled at the toddler she turned into: fiery and independent, sure of herself. She knew more of life than her brothers did at that age: she understood she wouldn’t always come first and things weren't always fair and she dealt. I realized my instinctual parenting had unintentionally taught her something: resilience.
Do you think you're doing your spouse a great act of love when you do the laundry or take out the trash? I would challenge you to rethink that. Responsibilities of life are different than really loving your spouse. So what is love really? Read on to find out.
This week, in order to distract us from high gas prices and impending revolution in the Middle East and Wisconsin, we learned a lot about Facebook and your marriage from The Social Media Couple. Also, how does Newt Gingrich explain his marriage and infidelity. In fact, how does anyone explain infidelity? Good luck with that one, Newt. Finally, what do you think about pre-marital counseling? Let us know by taking our survey.
Well, Facebook, now you've done it. The latest study released by the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers (AAML) claims that Facebook actually causes divorce in one in five marriages. The reason? Hooking up with exes, flirting and the likes are all too easy on the social networking site. However, I would argue that many marriages that suffer an irreparable "Facebook incident" had issues long before the spouses starting sending out friend requests; Facebook is merely an easily accessible tool for a wandering heart.
We kissed for the first time after a techno party. I had covered my face in an invisible paint that glowed under a black light, and after all the guests left, the paint slowly covered her lips and face. I thought kissing was like licking an ice-cream cone, which is probably why she kept laughing as she taught me what to do, and a lot of what not to do, with my awkward tongue and teeth and lips. At sunrise I walked Jess home, grateful and covered in glow paint, surprised by how different she looked outside the thrill of the ultraviolet light.