A.A. Wisdom

We want

to leave you with the feeling that no situation is too

difficult and no unhappiness too great to be overcome.

We have traveled a rocky road, there is no mistake

about that. We have had long rendezvous with hurt

pride, frustration, self-pity, misunderstanding and fear.

We have been driven to maudlin sympathy, to bitter resentment.

Some of us veered from extreme to extreme, ever

hoping that one day our loved ones would be them-

selves once more.

  • Our loyalty and the desire that our husbands hold up their heads and be like other men have begotten

all sorts of predicaments.

  • We have been unselfish and


  • We have told innumerable lies to

protect our pride and our husbands’ reputations.

We have prayed, we have begged, we have been patient.

We have struck out viciously. We have run away. We

have been hysterical. We have been terror stricken.

We have sought sympathy. We have had retaliatory

love affairs with other men.Our homes have been battle-grounds many an

evening. In the morning we have kissed and made up.

Our friends have counseled chucking the men and we

have done so with finality, only to be back in a little

while hoping, always hoping. Our men have sworn

great solemn oaths that they were through drinking

forever. We have believed them when no one else

could or would. Then, in days, weeks, or months, a

fresh outburst.

We seldom had friends at our homes, never know-

ing how or when the men of the house would appear.

We could make few social engagements. We came to

live almost alone. When we were invited out, our

husbands sneaked so many drinks that they spoiled

the occasion. If, on the other hand, they took nothing,

their self-pity made them killjoys.

There was never financial security. Positions were

always in jeopardy or gone. Sometimes there were other women. How heart-

breaking was this discovery; how cruel to be told they

understood our men as we did not!

The bill collectors, the sheriffs, the angry taxi

drivers, the policemen, the bums, the pals, and even

the ladies they sometimes brought home—our hus-

bands thought we were so inhospitable.We began to ask medical advice as the sprees got

closer together. The alarming physical and mental

symptoms, the deepening pall of remorse, depression

and inferiority that settled down on our loved ones—Most of us have entered the final

stage with its commitment to health resorts, sanitari-

ums, hospitals, and jails. Sometimes there were

screaming delirium and insanity. Death was often



Author: charlesburchfield

I am an artist working primarily with collage.

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