I read this passage as a teenager and it made me want to be a virtuous woman and wife. It’s hard to be a virtuous wife when you marry men who abuse you. This last and final marriage is my chance to get it right! We live in what’s called a 50’s household. The husband brings home the bacon and the wife is the domestic goddess. My husband comes home and I greet him at the door. I take his coat and lunch bag and put them away. I have dinner ready for him and serve him. When we finish dinner, I ask him how his day was. I take care of his needs all evening which may include a foot rub, cuddling, etc. I get him his usual ice cream at about 9:30, pack his lunch for the next day and we are in the bed by 10:00. The alarm goes off at 7:30 a.m. and he gets up to shave and shower. Once he gets dressed, he kisses me (whether I’m asleep or awake) and leaves for work.
I’ve been waiting for disability since 2013, so I’m home dealing with Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, PTSD, DID, IBS, etc. The next entry will deal more with that. He takes me out to dinner on Saturday night since I’m basically stuck in the house all week. Sunday we go to church and Wednesday evenings we go to small group at the pastor’s house. I pray every night and one of my church sisters had me reading a chapter of Proverbs every night. I decided to do something different in this blog by taking a verse every day and writing about it.
The first mention of a virtuous woman is in Proverbs 12:10. A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband…” If I’m a crown, I must be a Queen right? My nickname has always been Queen B. As a Queen, I need to treat him like my King, which I do. The difference is that he appreciates it more than my other husbands did.