It is a fact that decision-making improves when you expose yourself to more options (in this case foreign women), and what’s a more important decision than selecting a wife.
My mother is a fantastic cook, and as a child, Mom had homemade dinners on the table nearly every night, so I assumed I should be able to do the same thing.
Mom always got the dishes done after dinner, so I thought I ought to be doing that as well.
Somewhere, deep down, I went into marriage believing that in order to be a "good wife," I needed to be my mother.
I never spoke the thought, never even realized how much I believed it, but it was coloring our young marriage.
I had been crying regularly for three weeks when Michael gave me the ultimatum.