Kurt Vonnegut said it best in Mother Night - when Howard Campbell is describing life with his wife. A double agent in Nazi Germany, every night he retires to their Nation of Two. It is a small nation, the size of their bed. But it is theirs. I've taken this attitude to my marriage, and I find it very rewarding.
There is really enough strife in the world. Maybe the fact that we spent 12 years together before officially tying the knot has something to do with it. I don't know. But I do know for a fact that if there is one person on this earth I can trust to love me and give all he has that person is my husband (and our relationship has been tested through the birth of a pre-mature baby, addiction, infidelity, unemployment, you name it).
I am the primary breadwinner, and we share household chores. I think it has become in fashion to prove one self's worth by trashing the husband (and it doesn't help that time and time again in Sitcoms and in the movies that the husbands are portrayed as bumbling idiots). I sincerely hope that the next phase in feminist development is the understanding that we can coexist, that we can celebrate each other, and how the sexes compliment one another.
Any man attacking his wife in such a way would be branded an uncaring, sexist monster. But when we do it we're "liberated".
