Dear God! Woman?

Married for fifty-three plus years to the woman that I wanted, only I couldn't see it. Strong and independent, I thought, yet she was bound to me, perhaps we are soul mates; I sure hope so. This is a one sided prospective on the frustrations of dealing with my wife before I grew up. In truth the things she did were frustrating, yet they made her what she was. Funny, we may think men want a "Stepford Wife," but we don't. There is no fun in life if it's always predictable. Having intimacy with a robot, or an unmoving, emotionless partner that just lets you, is equivalent to masturbating. There are good times and not so good times. I've learned that life is an ongoing struggle. A struggle to learn, survive, and eventually understand. While there is no doubt that I could have done better, I think she could have also contributed. Perhaps, if I did better, she might have also. Point of all this is that someone has to start!