"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
When we pursue this ideal of what romance, sex, and marriage “should be,” we’re left feeling empty and broken—because ultimately, marriage is NOT just about us.
"The guy was screaming at her, the girl. He wasn't really gentle with her, and I started watching, because I thought he would hit her, so I approached them a little bit.”
"I don’t think there’s a woman, or a man for that matter, who doesn’t realize how very different males and females are. Spend an extended amount of time around the opposite sex and it becomes apparent. Get married, and it’s like a piano dropped on your head."
"God knows, I’m immature in terms of manhood, integrity, purity, how to treat a woman like you with sisterly love, but I know God is still teaching me, pruning me, and nurturing me to be the man that He designed me to be."
"I huffed, puffed, fussed, and got incredibly angry. Guess what? My bad mood didn’t prevent us from being late; it just made the drive there horrible. What was the point of going to church with my family if I was angry and in a bad mood?"
"A lady came in the store looking for a new wedding band for her husband named Harry. She told me her and her husband have been seriously married for 50 years on Sept 2."
