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I saw a bumper sticker that read ‘Before marriage, men are incomplete; after marriage, they are finished.’ It was just then that I realized that there really was no point improving myself. I’m long past the stage of thinking that I’m perfect or God’s gift to women. Many a fine lady has set me quite straight on that matter. I don’t resent the glimpse into reality but staring into that mirror is probably the hardest thing a person could do. Changes were made but it never seemed to be enough. There was always more and more work to be done. Some things were hard to change because they were so ingrained but I try to be as conscious of the issues as possible. I try the best I can and that’s all I can do.As I have stated elsewhere, I’m back on the market. The divorce was given and though I’m fearful of a repeat of the first fiasco, I still have faith in humanity and myself.
I began reflecting on my course of self-improvement and I think I did a good job overall. Yet, there is no point continuing on the path towards perfection. It is not the futility of the endeavor that discourages me but rather a sincere concern for my future partner’s feelings. Try to imagine a woman who couldn’t make a ‘helpful’ comment or suggestion to improve her man. Wouldn’t she feel that she is failing in her role? Shall the sculptor allow another to finish her work? What right do I have to deny her that God given talent?
So I will continue to be a gentleman but will purposely falter. I’ll forget a card or offer advice instead of just listening. Maybe I’ll choose to answer a question inappropriately or say the wrong thing. Far be it from me to disrupt the natural course of life and relationships.