Fellow dyslexic?I glanced at the title of this thread and thought that it said, "Marital advice on anus usage" .
Fellow dyslexic?I glanced at the title of this thread and thought that it said, "Marital advice on anus usage" .
Now we're talking.I glanced at the title of this thread and thought that it said, "Marital advice on anus usage" .
And there you go again - every you minute you waste on the internet talking to strangers about your marriage is time you should be spending off the internet working on it in some fashion, however you want to.The difficulty is it isn't something that she is open to discussing. We've talked about it multiple times (me trying to convince her that there is nothing wrong with it and it is a healthier alternative to smoking) but this last time, she made it abundantly clear that she doesn't want me using it and is not open to further discussion. Again, as I have commented to other contributors, maybe that is my queue.
Thank you for the faith based response. I appreciate that and agree with everything you said.You mentioned your faith, I think you should lean on that if is something you both share. As husbands (15 years for me), we often feel like we are being ruled over by our wives, but forget that (usually) their concerns, while sometimes unfounded, come from a place of their love for us. Is your decision in response coming from a place of love for her? As the leaders of our household, sometimes we have to let it look like we are following, but in reality we are "leading by example". Consider that your actions in regards to this are in fact your leadership by example of your family, and set a precedent for all things in the future. Even if you just "cave in"(or however you want to say it), you are still in fact leading. Be a leader, your wife needs you to do that, she always will.
I wish I had figured that out 12 years ago, a decade of my life would have been far easier.
You are welcome. To add, my wife tolerates my pipe habit quite nicely, but pretty much hates all other tobacco/nicotine things. I was closet pipe smoking at work for a week or so, and decided to tell her what I was doing, how it started, and why. The why that I presented her was about me being over-stressed from work, and not liking how I had been bringing that stress home. I actually thought she was going to be furious, but she accepted it. She was concerned for my health (because she loves me for some reason), so I presented her the research from SPC and it eased her mind. We even sit on the porch together and I have a smoke fairly regularly now. If I had just told her I want to do it and I'm a man and the boss so that's that, it would have probably been different.Thank you for the faith based response. I appreciate that and agree with everything you said.
Seconded. So many women absolutely disapprove of their man smoking pipes or cigars so I'd just be grateful to have a wife who's cool with it. It's great she understands there's some nuance with tobacco and addiction. Lots of people can smoke pipes and cigars without getting addicted, even some daily smokers can go an extended period without if need be and not have any nic cravings. I don't know much about snus because it's not common in America but my understanding is it's far more addictive, I know dip / chew is supposed to be more addictive than even cigarettes and I'd imagine snus would also be because it too just sits in your mouth.I would stick with the pipe if that doesn’t cause you guys any problems. It’s not worth the battle and stress to fight with your wife over this.
There’s a reason that men die before their women do. They WANT too.There's a reason women live longer than men.
Second this. Hope the Lord calls me home soon some daysThere’s a reason that men die before their women do. They WANT too
Sounds to me that both of you have drawn lines in the sand that neither is willing to cross. Hard to see the way to a compromise.The difficulty is it isn't something that she is open to discussing. We've talked about it multiple times (me trying to convince her that there is nothing wrong with it and it is a healthier alternative to smoking) but this last time, she made it abundantly clear that she doesn't want me using it and is not open to further discussion. Again, as I have commented to other contributors, maybe that is my queue.
"Both my FIL and a Swede friend of mine have got me totally hooked on snus. I'm absolutely obssessed with it"
"I told her I wouldn't use it anymore since she was so opposed to it and while that was true for several days, I once again found myself buying another tin."
"Snus on the other hand, I feel naked without one in the upper decker."
"I would say that it is addictive and am addicted to it like I would be with cigarettes. I am far past the nic-buzz phase but I get antsy and feel like I'm missing something if I don't have a pouch in. It feels as if I left the house for work without underwear on , something doesn't feel right, like something is missing."
"When I pop one in, everything feels right.
I would rather be addicted." "She seems to be more concerned about the behavior." "Should I respect her...?"
The women throughout my family tree have tended to be both beautiful and demanding. One of them my mother quite often brought up to me was my grandfather’s niece Georgia.
Georgia married young, in the late 1920s, to a handsome boy from a good family. The boy was a hard worker and showed much promise but he insisted on wearing bib overalls to town when he accompanied Georgia, who always dressed like the other women in our family, which was like a movie star, in the latest of fashion.
On one occasion in 1929 our family went to greet a relative arriving on the North bound train in Humansville, and Georgia’s baby was slightly under the weather, so she left the baby with her mother Cora and her young husband accompanied her wearing bib overalls (and no shirt) to the Humansville Depot.
At the station was a handsome young wel dressed physician from Chicago who was waiting on the train to return to Chicago after he’d installed and certified new X-Ray machines in the brand new hospital.
The North bound train arrived, and the expected guest disembarked and was greeted by our family, and then after few minutes pulled away and left.
When the family was ready to leave, Georgia could not be found. The station master, hanging his head, informed her husband the handsome young doctor had purchased her a one way ticket to Chicago and she’d boarded the train and Georgia, was gone.
The boy in the bib overalls wailed and cried and prayed loudly that Georgia would reconsider and return home, and in fact she did return home, in a long Packard, with spare tires on both fenders, and much chrome, and fetched her baby from Cora.
My mother said the Chicago doctor adopted the boy and he grew up to be another doctor in Chicago, himself.
My first wife had a father who owned a dozen banks. Sometimes when I’d get ready to leave the house not very dressed up my mother would ask me,,,
Are you going to take Georgia, to meet a train?
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