My father was a common laborer. He went to work before we awoke to go to school, and he came home just before we had to go to bed at night. He was a quiet man who didn't talk much and smiled only occasionally. He worked what seemed like all the time. He never told me that he loved me. Not in those words. Language wasn't broad enough to contain the love he felt for us.
His rough hands that picked me up and twirled me around told me;
His loving glance at my Mother on Sunday morning during church service told me;
The shirt and tie that he wore every Sunday to family dinners because that's what a gentlemen wears told me;
The home of our own he worked for night and day, washed cars and fixed bikes to pay for told me;
The bar of candy or tub of ice cream he could ill afford for us kids every once in a while told me;
How he made family his only priority and saved nothing for himself told me;
How he wept with joy at his children's graduation and the birth of his first grandchild told me;
And when he said to him, "I love you" told me; But then, I knew it all along.
Many psychologists have put a lot of weight in the mother / daughter relationship as being a driving force in a woman's life. However, the cycle of male influence begins with fathers and the type of relationship we as women have with them since he is the man by which subsequent men in our lives will be judged. Despite the strong title, My Husband Made a Man Outta Me and I Resent It! is not an assasination or sharp-edged male bashing book.
This book is a true and loving account in tribute to my husband and my father. Readers will enjoy My husband Made a Man Outta Me and I Resent It! for its humor, candor, and substantive information beyond issues of control and dominance. Every copy is an investment in acceptance, respect, greater love and appreciation for the gentle men they love and who love them back.
