I Dothe answer I've sought is not so readily revealed. No woman, with all her wisdom, her inherent insight ever truly knows what it means to be a wife. Nor does she fully understands the needs of her, the obligations matrimony requires. After centuries of I Do's, the symbol of the ring and its promises have by no means been simple nor come easy as presumptions would assume. While those who are married tutors us on the manner of being respectful obedient daughters; we have yet to engage the depths of this endeavor we so blithely seek. We have our ways in which to prepare us. But no plan I follow can teach me how to love a man who, like me, is flawed from birth. The need for love is effortless as morning's rise; though in spite of this, marriages I know are not well. Adultery, deceit has defiled them. Then again, who but God can teach us how to love? And I, care not to repeat the mistakes my sisters made before me.
Note: The word sisters in the last line is in reference to Christian women.
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