I would leave him in the position of strength because it is a male role, but I would teach him the power of his love. I would have hugged him and stroked him more than he was fighting and fighting.

I would not say I'd be nice to him until he was nicebecause a man can not know what it is like to be nice, but I would be nice to him to learn what it means and how good it is for him.

I would not live to live up to her expectations, but I would expect her to live her life.

I would not criticize him anymore. This does not work very well with men and men, they usually get stuck and will never forget this "loss". On the contrary, I would always praise him, even for the slightest thing.

I would listen to him more and less less. I know that men say the same words in other words than women. And they also speak little, but what they say, unlike women, will do.

I would not let my friends talk to talk about it negatively. On the contrary, I always stand by him and defend him, for example against my friends, but even against my parents. I know that when a woman follows her husband, especially in times of crisis, it will always strengthen her, and it is more herself.

I would no longer require him to love me for years after my friendsand not at all before his or my parents or colleagues. And I would let him know if we hold our hands in public.

If I wanted to fix a dripping tap, I would admit that I admire his organizational skills with which he had always been able to get the repairers(I would leave him, when, and how), and by the way, I would have expressed the desire to stop the tap.

I would not want to go shopping with me, but I would admire more about how to get what it takes.

I would explain to her every month that before and during menstruation, and often during her, I will say things I do not really think- not to take it seriously (so that the end of our relationship is not to death).

I would make clear signals with him- for example, when I come naked, I like to love. That's no man in the world! Or if I put my towel on my head, my head hurts so that it does not suffer the deep crisis that it has corrupted something again.

I already know that woman's silence is the torture of a manand the man is still somewhat confused by the woman.

I would never ask him irresponsible questionsbecause I already know that if a man does not know something, he is humiliated and takes it as a life's loss. And I would not want him anymore to decide which sweater I like more.

They would not distract me with his ironic remarks, because I already know it's like when a boy kicks a girl's foot, a way of attention and expression of interest.

I would feed him first, and then I would talk to him.

I would not be wiping out and dangling under his chairwhen he's sitting on it, because I already know he also needs a safe corner in his apartment and is humiliated.

I would not count on newspapers and television, because I already know it's his way of relaxing after work.

I kept telling him how he impressed me, and I would try to inspire it as much as possible (tenderness, care, or nudity). I never would have told him that we were not fitting together because he was so different, but I would admire him how beautiful he is.

I would limit the watching of soap operas and romantic films, because they do not have the same things in common: They program us to depend on consumption, promoted objects and imaginary pleasures. I also know that measuring my screened beauties from the screen is nonsense and the beginning of the end of the relationship.

I would not be making twinkling in the bathroom late for the nightbecause I know he could sleep, but I would love to, and then go to the bathroom. And even if he did not want it at first, I already know how easy it is to convince him to do it.

I would always teach him how to please me while I was in love.I already know that while a woman is ten times more sensitive than a man, and all over the body, a man is actually sensitive at most in one place, so he can not have the least idea how to caress the woman.

I also realize that it has been difficult in this and other ways, because he's pleased enough to come naked.

If I once again lived with my husband, I would be a gentle, gentle and welcoming woman, and then he would be more relaxed but at the same time strong, sensitive to my needs as a response and support to a man. 

Source: with love Miluška