Here is a story that illustrates what kind of work is meant by you " . . . have a lot of work to do to even understand yourself" - still_hopeful . I know, you guys have probably already seen this story, it's made the rounds, but maybe some haven't.
This husband comes home on Saturday afternoon after a round of golf looking tired, angry and unhappy. His wife goes in self-analysis mode.
"What's wrong? Is he unhappy with something I have done? I know we haven't had a lot of communication lately. He's probably unhappy with me for something. What is it? What can I do to bring us closer together? Maybe if I fix his favorite meal for supper. I know, I haven't been as supportive or as loving as I should have been. He probably doesn't look at me as attractive as when we were first married. I'll fix up the house and put on some soft music and take a bath and put on some perfume and some sexy underwear and seduce him tonight."
And so it happens. And this is what the wife relates to her friends, in endless detail, the next Monday.
The husband relates the same weekend thusly to his friend at work: "I played golf Saturday morning. Shot a 96. I can't putt for [censored]. Got laid Saturday night, tho."
"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places." - Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929.
