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Undertow said:...... She told me I'm too nice. ....
....I asked her what I should do. She said, "Be a jerk, girls like that."...
That is a bunch of bull. Like I mentioned earlier, only women who have unresolved issues want a jerk. Or women who are jerks themselves. If you could get to the bottom of the women who liked jerks, I am sure there is some deep seated self loathing or strong insecurities.
I almost dumped my husband because he was so good he scared me. It was just a matter of time until he saw how worthless, dirty, and terrible I was and left, don't ya know. So it was better if I left now with my pride intact, right? Needless to say, I made an appointment with my therapist that week, and we talked about it. I worked it out.
I was dedicated, to my husband, to personal growth, to myself, and to inner peace. I was willing to work hard and lay my soul bare. I was often raw, and felt like I was walking with my skin turned inside out. But the end result was worth it. I like who I am, I like living in my head, and I love my husband.
A lot of people aren't willing to work that hard, to examine themselves, and to make change. It isn't easy and it hurts like hell. It is so much easier to walk around and blame the world, or say that "men suck" than to take responsibility for themselves.
There are women that like nice men. AmyJeanne and I are examples. If my husband ever thought of treating me poorly, he would have been chewed up one side, down the other, and then spit out. I also don't let myself treat him poorly.
My husband gave me the best wedding anniversary gift I could have asked for yesterday. He is getting my wedding dress dry cleaned and preserved. I hadn't been able to bring myself to spend the $200 it would take to do that (we have been very poor and struggled with unemployment and huge debt as a result. When you can't buy food, credit is mighty helpful!). So for 4 years, my dream dress has been sitting in a box in a wad. I didn't know what else to do, and I hated it. I cried when I thought about my dress. He heard me, remembered, found the money (God knows where!) and handed me the receipt yesterday. If that isn't thoughtful, kind, and generous, I don't know what is. I cried. And I fell in love with him even more.