Dan and I were invited to take the Marriage and Family Relations class at church a few months ago. They were only going to go through the first 8 lessons, and not the whole book though. I thought it would be fun to do something different and to be proactive about making our marriage better. Dan really likes out Sunday School teachers here and he was not enthusiastic about missing that for a class he didn't think we needed. I said I wanted to go. So we went. I really enjoyed it. I liked the teachers and I loved that they emphasized that our goal was merely to try to improve enough to step up one rung on the ladder to perfection. We were suppose to work on one new thing each week.
I liked the class a lot. I am definitely at a point where I want to be a better person, and this really gave me a focus for that. So I was working hard on being better and improving me and being more appreciative of Dan. I mostly felt like I was succeeding. Well, I mean, overall, I felt like I was doing better and being a better wife. To put it into context, this means that there were actually times where I kept my mouth shut and didn't say something snippy. That is huge for me sometimes! And the number of times I was able to not say something became more frequent. And occasionally, there were things that normally would have sent me to the brink, and they didn't bother me! Yay for that!
So, I was all excited about the class. I felt like it was helping our marriage. Just the fact that we were looking at our relationship and mutually trying to be better was great. And the class was fun. The teachers did a good job and it was interesting. Then, in class, the wife of the couple teaching commented on how much she felt that teaching the class had helped her and her marriage. She looked at her husband and asked if he felt like it had improved their marriage, and he said, "No."
It was funny, and it was doubly funny because I had just had that exact same conversation with Dan the day before! I thought I was doing so great, and I thought WE were stronger together, and I told Dan how much I liked the class and how much I thought we were improving. I asked him if he was enjoying the class too, and did he feel like it had made a difference. He said, "Not really." He's always thought we had a great marriage and he didn't feel like it was any better now. Sigh. Men.
I did realize that the men do not actually need to change. Well, they do not need to if the women do. As we feel better about our marriage and partners, we feel like they have changed for the better, even if they have not. We notice the good stuff more and appreciate them more, and so to us, it feels like the husband has improved, even if he hasn't changed at all. Thus, the men can skate along and enjoy the benefits of a happier wife without any work at all!