~ By an Anonymous Contributor
I was married at age 18 and at the time thought I was mature and a wonderful wife. It was nice to be so young and so sure of myself. But, as the years went on, I began to get faint inklings that maybe I had a few things to learn. We had a happy life together in spite of my inability to handle squabbles and heartaches.
In the spring of last year, I was introduced to Fascinating Womanhood, and a whole new world seemed to open up to me. I happily practiced its principles and went out of my way to make my husband happy, and found myself happier than I had ever been and the goal of celestial love becoming more and more a reality.
One day, I really backslid! I was watching TV while the children ran and yelled and my husband tried to talk to me. I forgot about being fascinating and yelled for everyone to “shut up.’ That did it! My husband jumped up and stomped out of the house. Realizing what I had done I went after him, but he made it known that I wasn’t welcome when he drove off.
I apologized and put everything I had learned to work on him. Within a half hour I accomplished what used to take days, and we spent a lovely evening together, riding in the desert, talking and loving each other.
I will always be grateful to Fascinating Womanhood for that evening, because it was the last year we ever had together. My husband was critically injured the next day. As I sat by his bedside hoping and praying, I was so thankful we didn’t part on a sour note. I used this time to again put Fascinating Womanhood to work, and told him how important he was to me, how brave and masculine he was and how much I loved him. He lived thirty days. Now I am a widow with very tender memories and thankfulness for the few very, very special months we had and the joy we knew thanks to Fascinating Womanhood.