What did I marry…..my husband didn’t even wish me a Happy Valentine’s!!  Coming home from work today I was feeling like crap (because I have strep throat) but on the up side of things it’s Valentines.  My husband was sleeping, because he works nights and well this seems to be my new life……he eats, sleeps and goes to work!  Not a routine that I am a huge fan of but he is finally, after looking for work a very long time, is helping pay the bills.

My daughter and I came in the house, went in the cabinet and brought out his Valentine’s present that we bought him and luckily kept it a secret for three weeks.  Upon my husband coming out of the bedroom, my daughter was so excited to show his Valentine’s present, he thanked her and then went on to open the chocolates and card.  That was it ladies!!  No seriously, that was it.  He came to the coach went on the computer and that was it!!

I am so hurt and upset.  He too has a blog and he did an article wishing all of his followers a Happy Valentine’s, and yet he didn’t even wish his wife and daughter a Happy Valentines.

Anyway, whenever I think that he could be a worse person…..he seems to always shock me by being that person!

I hope that you and your loved ones had a superb day and evening….I hope that you got spoiled and I hope that no matter what, you marry someone that gives a shit about you!!

So it is a rampant new habit that young people, mostly young women are doing called sexting, which is taking a picture of themselves nude and sending it around from their cell phone to young gentlemen (I use that word loosely) to try to coerce the young men into liking her with the possibility of having oral or sexual intercourse.  My question is sexting, really, how is that even cool?

Traditionally, our age range, would have engaged in phone sex which is talking smut on the phone, well we thought that this concept was awkward and strange, but sending nude pictures around for the world to see, seems to me a bit brazen.  Really once she presses send, it is a free for all, you don’t know who is going to have access to that picture.

My next question is why do all these young people need access to all of this technology?  Why do young people need cell phones?  When I was younger I didn’t have a cell phone and my parents knew where I was every waking minute.  In my generation parents spoke to one another, where there was a role model around to watch what we were in to and what we were doing.  It would be easy for me to verbally bash these parents that are not instilling any morals or self restraint.  But I won’t go there right now.  Young boys are experimental, they are creatures with wondering minds. 

 

So then what is going on with our girls?  When did sexting become cool?  Where are these girls at in their mind, to be able to get naked for a BOY that they don’t even know?  Who is taking these pictures of them?

Why don’t any of these girls have any self confidence?  Because in my mind any young woman that is taking a nude picture of themselves to gain respect and attention of a hormonal boy, is ridiculous.

Now it’s the parents turn… WHERE ARE YOU?  Why aren’t you monitoring the actions of your children?  Your sons are soliciting young girls and your daughter is becoming a prostitute in training.  All because they are missing and craving, your attention!  So, WHERE ARE YOU?  Too busy, with work and everything else that is going on with your life.  Well, your daughter is about to send a nude picture to the phone world, and I am sure that every boy in the school is going to see it.  Is that want you want for them.   Is that what you envisioned for them when they grew up.  But whatever right, you bought them everything they need to keep their impressionable minds busy.  Have you talked to them about safe sex yet?  Oh, wait, your child isn’t sexually active.  Well, let me give you a rude awakening, young people are starting to have sex at the age of 12.  A handful are sexually active children are starting to have sex at the age of 9.  THAT IS CRAZY!  But hey you can get a hold of them because you bought them a cell phone.  Right?

We the parents are the root of the problem.  Young people are blaming home life, they have no respect for their parents because they are not actively involved in their children’s lives, divorces are giving them the excuse that if their parents don’t have respect for love and a marriage then why should they have respect for any woman.  In their eyes a woman is an object, a disposable object.

“Take heed and beware of covetousness, for a man’s life consists not in the abundance of things that he possess’.”  Luke 12:15-16

Meaning, it is not what you are buying your children that should matter in your life it should be the time you’re putting in.  It is our responsibility to mold our children not with Wii games, but with love and morals.  It is our avocation to protect them, to provide them with standards and principle’s which do not come naturally to them.

So when it becomes your time to buy your young person a cell phone, remember the dangers that you could be putting them in. 

Do you know someone that participates in sexting?  What do you think of the ever growing subject?  Do you think that this is a dangerous way to show love?  Sexting, how is that even cool?

How long does marriage last?  As I was going through other blogs I came across this story that was re-posted by this blogger as well.  It is a sweet story that I think that you will thoroughly enjoy.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

With a deep sense my heart to Dew. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost  of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife’s divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.

Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. Matthew 19:6

PS. THIS IS A REPOST AND IS NOT MY PERSONAL WORK.