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pay her the
attentions he used to. I was once
that kind of a goose myself, and it widened a breach that did not then exist
except in my mind; widened it until at last it became a real breach -
my husband went elsewhere for his companionship. I was too morbid and
finicky and exacting for a healthy man. Just as the
husband of the woman in "Confessions of a Wife," in Century did. I
read that serial each month and feel like shaking that little
simpleton! - she is just the kind of a sentimental hair-splitting little idiot
that I used to be! Instead of getting at her husband's point of view
and enjoying with him, at least sometimes, she insists on acting the
martyr because he will not dawdle around and gush at her feet. Whatever is
the cause of your trouble the only cure for it is Common-Sense.
Live your own life, cheerily, happily, and enter into your husband's life
so far as you can. Take all the good things that come your way and
rejoice in them, but don't moon around and fuss because you can't have the
sort of love-life described in some sentimental novel. Your business
in life is to LOVE, not to be loved. The latter is a secondary
matter and the first is the thing that brings happiness to you. Go in to
win now, and you can develop within yourself the full Life that you
really desire. All you desire is yours and you will realize it in due time.
But every moment you set your thought on straightening out Some Other
body's life you are delaying your own realization and happiness.
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