Letâs get right to the facts. A little under three years into my marriage, it was anything but roses.
The days of remembering our vows were long gone and communication had all but dried up. The only thing I needed to do was the last thing I wanted to do. What was it? Man up and talk to my wife.
Days, weeks and even months were passing along and I still couldnât bring myself to talk to my wife. Yes, of course, we could talk in general and even put on the necessary âeverything is perfectâ acts around friends and family members. But when it came to the life breathing, marriage saving words, well, they just couldnât come out of me. If you could admit it, many of you would agree with me.
So I did what I think many other men are doing in their marriages today. I went looking for help in all the wrong places. Here are a couple of the wrong places I decided to seek help: ...