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THE THING WITH MEN

I never had a thing for men with pot-bellies. When I met my husband, he was a perfect regular guy who worked out three times a week. However, with the children and more responsibility, he needed to work more hours, his gym hours had to go. Now, all I see when I come back from work, is a disfigured sac of a man lying on the bed, waiting for me. What sensible man would lose shape after marriage? This is the thing that men do, that pushes their wives to look outside.
Therefore, I wonder why people were surprised when it was revealed that I was having extramarital affairs. Men need to understand, that we women are moved by what we see. We were created to be polygamous by nature and there is nothing anybody can do to change that. I was a perfect size 10,after two kids. I was beautiful, successful and appealing. This is what I tried to explain to my husband. I didn't go about looking for a man to cheat, the men came. These are the things that men must understand, when they have a beautiful wife.
So, rather that forgive me for cheating and maybe accommodating the man I cheated on him with, he barked at me. I mean, a man who is keen on keeping his home would invite the other man in, as a second husband. Knowing fully well that there were things I needed and he could not provide, he should have been grateful to his new assistant. No, he'd rather have a broken home. So, this is the problem with men, they cannot save their home. They ruin it with jealousy. But we are not complaining, we simply get remarried to another man, perhaps, the one who is ready to accommodate a cheating wife and not cry about it. This, is the definition of a good husband. 

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  1. I like the verses socialtal opinion if this topic ... well done babe

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    2. Haaaaa!!! The Apostle must hear of this!

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  2. That is not how all of us men act and think shall. .. But you are smart enough with these write-up. Men will never accept the excuses and expectations they throw at women... I guess this is how this wicked world works.. Even fellow women tell n expect their counterparts to live by these unsavoury rules..

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