So what about them marital differences?
Here’s a parting piece of advice that I would like to learn to take myself—some days I swallow it with a smile, some days I choke.
Please be careful.
A woman’s scorn is poison.
If you’re going to infiltrate your marriage with scorn, you might as well lace his after-dinner coffee with a little arsenic; it’s going to have the same effect.
Teach yourself all over again what you knew at once when you met him: he is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to you. Work at it. Believe it. Polish it. Practice it. It’s the thing that makes marriage work.