Basically my wife was immature. I’d be at home in the bath and she’d come in and sink my boats.
By our Heavenly Father and only because of God, only because of God. We’re like other couples. We do not get along perfectly we do not go without arguments and, as I call them, fights, and heartache and pain and hurting each other. But a marriage is three of us.
It’s tough to stay married. My wife kisses the dog on the lips, yet she won’t drink from my glass.
To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it Whenever you’re right, shut up.