What Your Wife Really Wants From Her Husband, But Will Never Ask For

Husbands don't always realize what their wives want most from a marriage.

By Serge Bielanko — Last updated on Nov 15, 2023

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The secret to marriage is anyone's guess. With each passing 21st century hour, every married couple is standing on thin ice. People claim to have it together, but I'm jaded, I'm skeptical.

Marriage, by its own morphing definition, doesn't mean forever anymore. No one is saying this out loud, but I will.

Marriage these days means seven to eight years of trying. And then two to four of suffering in medium-grade dark silence before the divorce comes down. I'm sorry, dreamers, but there you go.

Chances are, your marriage is pooping the bed (or separate beds!) as we speak. But why? Have people changed all that much since say, I don't know, the 1950s? Back when human beings were still marrying each other and sticking to it until they died?

It seems hard to believe that we could have either evolved or devolved so much (depending on your own slant) over such a short period of time. Yet here we are.

Being single, remaining unmarried — that used to get you cross-eyed looks from your mom and your aunts. Now, it's a sign that you're a free-spirited child of true liberation. And that you're brave. And that you won't be tied down by anyone.

Look, if you do get married these days, you're still toasted and gifted and wished well, but c'mon.

On the way home from the reception there's a million private conversations going on between your friends and relatives. They talk. They sigh. They know where you two are headed. It's just a matter of time.

Then again, love is love, and marriage lives. People get swept up in the initial phase and feelings of enchantment, attraction, magnetic smiles and brains, and what's wrong with that? Nothing at all, that's what.

The idea behind marriage is still as strong and true as ever before. It's the wearing down that has gotten harder. It's the giving up that has taken us out.

Now, for me to sit here at the bar in my summer kitchen, tapping away at my laptop, a couple extra tabs opened up at the top and pretend that I'm somehow someone who you should listen to when I talk about love, that's laughable and I need you to know that. I've got nothing, man.

I'm divorced, a father of three little ones. My heart is so banged up that I have to lie to it to wake it up in the morning. I've been hurt in my time. And I have stung with the sting of a trillion Satans.

I'm no expert on love. I hold no degrees. I hold no hands. I am — and I own it — a failure at this juncture.

But the funny thing is: Falling on your face makes you start looking where you're going. So is it with me and love. I've learned a lot about what works and what doesn't.

And one thing I know is that wives (and girlfriends) don't tell you what they really want. Women are insanely insane at times and men are often so wildly blind to the cause of that. But I may be onto at least a partial reason why that is.

See, your wife wants you to put her first. How is that so hard to see? I don't know. But I'm pretty sure I never knew that when I was in a relationship.

I thought, "Hey, we're equals, so I'll just treat her like my equal and that's a solid tip of my hat to our magnificent equality." But I suspect that might've been wrong.

Women don't need us to baby them or fawn all over them or tamper with their self-madeness.

But deep down I'm thinking they want us to bang up against that stuff anyway. To show them we not only acknowledge them as "equals," but also to show them that we are madly in love with them and that we would gladly take a bullet in the unibrow right this second for them if it came down to it.

When was the last time that was your regular pattern of treating your lady? When was it the last time it was mine? I'm ashamed to answer that.

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I have a daughter now. Violet. She's my world. And whenever I think about whoever it is she's going to fall in love with in this world at some point, these are the things I end up pondering.

I want her to end up with someone who adores her and who never stops proving that in all the little ways. Then they would last, I figure. Or at least have a better shot at lasting. Then they could both know True Love in this Kingdom of Divorce.

I never hope that whatever guy or girl she ends up with is rich or well-educated. I think about how he'll treat my baby girl. That's it. That's how I came up with my whole scheme here.

It ain't rocket science. We're mostly losing at love. I'd give anything for Violet to not lose at love.

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It seems so easy to hear this stuff I'm saying, to nod in agreement. Lots of men everywhere will look you straight in the eyeball and tell you, "Yup. That's true. You wanna be a good man, a good husband, you gotta put the little lady first."

It sounds so sexist in a way, but I can't truly buy that complaint either. I'm a smart idiot.

Marriage isn't a thing about who works for a living or who cooks dinner or watches the kids or whatever antiquated stuff you want smear all over every modern marriage collapse that happens.

Marriage is about sacrifice and mercy. And it's almost too difficult to wrap our heads around.

Women, wives, girlfriends — they want a thing so badly but they have no idea what it is. So it ultimately causes trouble, gets misperceived as restlessness or discontent within a relationship. And then it gets grossly mishandled.

Men, especially men who have yet to marry, listen to me close:

The woman you love, or will someday love, wants you to be everything.

She wants you to be a man. She wants you to work hard. She wants you to provide as much as you can no matter what your role in the household might be.

She wants you to watch your skeevy roaming eyeball, but she wants you to remain sexual and sexy, so you'd better not get all stale by not looking around you.

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