Life is the game, love is the trophy. Life has ‘rules’, but love works well without restraints, restrictions, and rules but most of all without competition.
Men expect to compete with men. They dislike competing with women and will not do it long with their own. They discourage easily, because the male nature is made to compete with men.
Men don’t love competitors, but they do find them companionable. So, early marital stages can go well. But with a competitive woman, a man learns quickly that he can never measure up; she always finds a way to win. She overrides or demeans his decisions in domains he considers his own.
A competing wife prevents her man from getting to deep and abiding love for her. She short-circuits his heart strings. She makes their relationship a rivalry, and he loses interest in being responsible. With a weakened sense of responsibility for his domain, his love for her doesn’t grow into the enduring kind that lasts.
So, he gets fed up, splits up, and looks for another woman. He expects to find the same thing, so, he’ll accept infatuation and lust as prelude to shack up but not true love so essential for successful marriage. Burned once, etc….