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[–] luckylemon 0 points 24 points (+24|-0) ago 

This sub is one of my favorite aspects of voat. Everywhere else, the advice is "leave him", ignoring the reality that bruised doesn't necessarily equate with irretrievably broken. You really learn what love is all about when you stand beside your husband as he falls, and you stumble and quake to catch him, right him, and see the way he looks at you. It's different than before because you've earned a level of trust not previously offered. Handling your husband's shortcomings with grace and respect goes miles and builds loyalty. Never miss a chance to show how big your heart is - love is a verb.


[–] elegant_air [S] 0 points 11 points (+11|-0) ago 

I love this sub for the same reason - I grew up in a very liberal area and only recently did I start realizing that the feminist agenda was toxic to my relationship. I'm much more of a fix it kind of person versus throwing something away and I think the same applies to significant others - I've watched so many women in my life throw good guys away for very dumb reasons. I love how this sub is constantly teaching me how to raise the men in my life up versus taking them down.


[–] luckylemon 0 points 7 points (+7|-0) ago 

I love how this sub is constantly teaching me how to raise the men in my life up versus taking them down.

So eloquently stated. There isn't very much support in the liberal world for putting one's ego aside and thinking long and hard about what a husband might really need from his wife. I held very liberal beliefs well into my thirties, when slowly, the red pill was administered in the form of the female misery by which I found myself surrounded. I started asking questions, began to appreciate the wisdom of generations before, and found that I had been creating quite a mess myself. It was a tough, tough time. Unlearning a lie is far more difficult than accepting the truth because the road is fraught with doses of self-loathing and embarrassment. But once I brushed my ego aside, reality was clear: I had been sold a lie, the lie was a monster, and I had not a receipt with which I could return it or a store to which I could call and complain. All I had was a myself and the truth.