You know guys, your posts just got me all teary-eyed. I know my H loves me, and I love him in all his complicatedness - but I know my H would never say:
Quote: my W is still the most beautiful girl in the world to me.
Not because he doesn't love me - or because I'm not (quite) attractive - but because his own critical nature is such that he cannot look at a thing without thinking how it can be improved. So he really could not say that about me, because when he sees me, he still sees that "her butt looks big in that skirt, she needs to lose 15 lbs., she's wearing her glasses today, she's not sitting up straight enough". Don't get me wrong, he loves me and tells me I'm beautiful, but enough slips out that I know that critical monster in his head is still going all the time (and is 10 times harder on himself than on me).
I just wish sometimes I had a less complicated guy who thought I was the most beautiful woman in the world even in my flawed human state. Your wives don't know what they are missing.
