If it’s true that the greatest gift a father can give his children is to love their mother, then my sister and I received that gift nine times over. In addition to witnessing adoration in action—my father showered Lauren and me with devotion, as well—which makes it’s easy to see why an unrealistic expectation concerning my future husband’s rapture had unwittingly imprinted deeply into my mind. In short, I’d unconsciously expected to see ‘the look of love’ directed at me—year after year—forever.
If Shakespeare’s head popped out of this post, right now
we'd surely hear love’s foremost scribe say:
Alas!
How naïve doth yonder maiden’s daydreams be!
She, who emulates her father’s lust for life,
Forgets that opposites attract.
As unrealistic expectations cause hearts to weep
This damsel's spirit shalt surely take a tumble
Early in my life, MEN ARE FROM MARS, WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS, will not have been published. So, when my unabashedly passionate father grabs hold of my mother’s hand and recites his blessings, aloud, while he and she make their blissful way down three flights of stairs on that cloudy, ill fated, Saturday afternoon in November of 1946, no ‘relationship expert’ will fill my parents' minds with the ill-conceived belief that men are naturally logical, women emotional.
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