The sailboat freezes helplessly without wind in the sails. The car stalls without gasoline. And even strong women run out of strength.
Peace in the family is incomparably better than stupid male justice. Having lived as soon as 30 years of family life and began to guess that women are a different type of life.
I was deceived. Cheated at school, cheated at work. Powdered brains with books, TV. Even relatives and grandfathers were misled. I grew up in illusion, in a strange time of emancipation and matriarchy. I was deceived and I was led; believed that women are the same as we are - men. They can also wear jeans and sneakers. Be leaders, school principals and great drivers. It all fit. Just a slightly different physiology. It's just that the growth is a little shorter, and the appearance is more beautiful.
I have revealed a secret carefully hidden by the system. We are different. It turns out that two forms of human life coexist on the planet in parallel. Male and female.
They are different. They function on a very strange principle. Inaccessible to our understanding. But it's better not to try to understand why this is so. Better to check it out with your family.
Women work on attention, care from their husbands. Their batteries are charged from gentle words and silent sincere hugs of a loved one coming from the liver. They become indefatigable generators from simple words. You are my only one and I have no other woman. You are the wonderful mother of our children, I am so glad that I met you in my life. You are the best. How delicious you cook, my sweet beauty.
The wind fills the sails of the brigantine, life-giving raindrops fall on the dry ground, so the simple words of the tired, exhausted wives, exhausted by the daily family routine, revive.
For a long time I could not understand that there is no justice in family life. A man lives by principles in a relationship - an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. If an exhausted wife comes up to her husband and begins to gnaw him, drill with words, cling to reproaches. To poison with the poison of your emotions, to sweep you off your feet with your incredible emotions. This does not mean attack. This means you don't have to kick back. In no case.
It just went off the alarm - the fuel has run out. The batteries are exhausted. Charge me urgently, my savior, my beloved. I no longer have the strength to live without your kind words, without your support. I fade, I lose heart. I involuntarily turn into something unpleasant. Just half an hour of walking, along the snowy paths, arm in arm with you. Just a few minutes of your attention. Hear my worries and worries accumulated during the day. Just please don't interrupt, don't argue.
Hit on the left cheek, substitute the right. There is no justice. I came home from work exhausted to death. He brought money, and got another scandal. I would like, of course, to answer fairly. At the very least, it is proud to be silent and suffer alone. I did and I was wrong.
You need to live by the principle - Two crocodiles flew, one green, the other flew to the right. The wife began to drill, to sarcastically - it means it's time to give up everything and urgently go to hug her. Speak for the hundredth time - What beautiful eyes you have, my soul. Speak, sincerely giving all the best. The hack does not work. Excuse words will only cause an even bigger storm. That in translation from a woman means - I do not believe. Try again. Please try again! And by no means shut up. Although this is how a woman can answer.
We must go ahead, burst into the fire of her indignation and save the beloved, save the world in the family with gentle words, gentle strokes on the head. With the same feeling that they calm down a little son, taking away all his worries.
There is no justice. There are two different forms of life. There are strange, inexplicable actions that bring a family into harmony. Strange for men, understandable and simple for women. But there are no translators. Most are in illusion. Most continue to see the same men in their wives only with a slightly different physiology. They continue to treat wives not as daughters, weak and fragile, (despite their overwhelming emotional strength), but as mothers. Grew up, matured. He left his mother and took as his wife a second mother, only younger, but with the same functions. The functions of a housekeeper and a source of pleasure when it comes down to it.
Even strong women run out of strength, even strong families are leaking. If you forget to take care of the flowers, they wither. Dying, they call for help. They crave life-giving moisture of affectionate words, compliments, signs of attention. Time, attention completely focused on them.
I was captured by family life, captured for 30 years. In captivity, I had seven children. During this time, I was able to learn an incomprehensible language. The language in which the parallel world of female civilization communicates. I was able to study their customs and customs.
The wind fills the sails of the brigantine, life-giving raindrops fall on the dry ground, so the tender, sincere words of the tired, exhausted wives, exhausted by the daily family routine, revive. Only it is necessary that the words of the man do not diverge from the deed. Only then will they be valid.