After their high passionate moment the previous night, Hank gets fearsome thoughts. He has an alarming night’s sleep. Jenny defeated his magnificent plan to ensure their marriage lasts for sixty years based on his cherishing her, which he thought she would love. How could any man do better than to promise what he thought all women wanted?
Now he sweats. She never said anything about disliking him, just his plan and planning. She seemed sincere, but yet she smashed to bits his hopes for their future. Will she still marry him? They promised to do it, but after all, he hasn’t proposed so that she could take it as official. Does she even love him anymore? Just last night they had that promising and passionate session on the couch, out of which his sexual frustration still stings his spirit.
What was that she said? “You take care of our present together, and I’ll take care of our future.” She talks about my plan as unnecessary but she calls it worse. But she also alludes that we can still be married.
His feelings for her haven’t changed. But if she rejects his good intentions, wouldn’t her love be less? His plan is—or was—part of who he is. Her love at least has to lose some intensity, if she so deliberately rejects his efforts.
Thinking of misery without dating her, he worries that the strains he has caused just may cost him her love. How does he recover? Got to win her back, or so he reasons. He’s behind on the power curve. He’s also far behind on the trail to conquest.
Jenny realizes she has lost some respect for him. He has plenty logic, reason, and incentive to make plans. But common sense about marriage? She’s unsure. Oh, he knows how to cherish and take care of her, but he knows so little about relationship building, strengthening, and managing. She sees where her future has to take her, where her focus must be.
She questions this: Does he still cherish her with the same deliberation and dedication? She has to face it. Any drop off is a red flag. On the other hand, no drop off is a tender moment to be treasured—and maybe rewarded with more physical intimacy than she previously shared with him.
Love is never enough, but recovery is everything. Their next date is one to remember, doubly so. Hank’s likeability shines. He swears his loyalty, not directly but indirectly with descriptions of her feminine qualities and their appeal to him. He is so sincere in describing her as the perfect match for him, someone with whom he cannot do without.
He avoids dreams of what they can do together, but he showers her with pleasant sincerity wrapped in kind touching and a new technique of caressing her hands tenderly. She thinks, we can marry as soon as a couple of weeks; she needs no big wedding.
Out of the blue, he promises to love her cooking. He’s never tasted it, but he promises to never verbalize any criticism. She inquires and is astonished. “Nothing you ever do should disappoint you. You are too magnificent in my eyes, too good as a very feminine woman to suffer bad thoughts about yourself. So, even if you’re a lousy cook—or lovee by the way—you will never hear it from me. Goddesses come bundled just like you are now, and they ought to stay that way.”
They caress gently for several moments as she promises him that she still loves and intends to marry him, if he ever gets around to making it sound like it’s official. She would like some bragging rights before she dresses for the altar, she smilingly reassures him.
Peacock proud, he smilingly resumes his self-conceived role of grand-high hero that she adores. She likes to look up at it, so let him be her down-to-earth moon at which to stare. “Okay, darling. Tomorrow night we’ll go to Luigi’s, our first-together and favorite dinner. Then, we can hangout at my place. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Hank’s remembrance of their courtship ended just before he arrived home. Feeling again the pride of successful recovery after offending her with his grand plan for their marriage, he stopped remembering and returned to the present.
He had let her off after giving her a diamond ring. She now had bragging rights, and they were picking a wedding day tomorrow after she consulted with her mother and Hank joined them later.
Not that she needed or even wanted mom’s help, but she wanted to coach mom in order to promote Hank’s friendship with his mother-in-law. Without their friendship, a bleak cloud of disappointment would cover her marriage. Actually, her primal urge to generate a brighter future would begin with their friendship. And brighter still, when mother-in-law and son-in-law morphed themselves into her home team. One as the primary driver in the foreground of her life; the other flourishing as helper in the background. Or, so she dreamed.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Who is Responsible for Marital Success? In this story, I tried to show that successful marriage emerges when the husband is responsible, but I showed the opposite even before they married.
Not really surprising, but I couldn’t relieve wives of that responsibility. Of course, Hank could have done a better job and in the process of writing I considered several other options. But regardless of his choices as the supposed marital leader, he could not have persuaded Jenny that he could provide her a brighter future than she could provide for them as a couple.
A woman’s brighter future comes from her conditioning the thoughts of her man to work toward her ideas, intentions, and connections that make them a successful couple with a promising—bright for her and challenging for him—future together.
I’m new at story telling. It’s debatable whether my assertion that men live in the present and women live for the future shaped the outcome of my story? Thereby, a self-fulfilling prophecy. Or did the story prove my conclusion of how the sexes differ in the way they focus on time? I tried for the latter, but you decide.
A pretty reader mentioned that I continue the story into Hank and Jenny’s married life. I’m uncertain it would be beneficial. As I re-read it, it’s not as good as I expected and readers are particularly shy of commenting. It seems to say commenters are not stimulating deeper interest among others from the story as they do from other articles.
Consequently, I see it as more monologue than dialogue, and the latter seems to generate the most rewards for my blog energies.