tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219874887932551072.post4279110832778854783..comments2008-06-23T21:50:45.681+03:00a husbandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332668923008049669noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219874887932551072.post-89489221198873629242008-06-23T21:50:00.000+03:002008-06-23T21:50:00.000+03:00This is so true. One day I asked my husband why he spoke to me in such a different manner than he would a stranger in wal-mart, or his co-worker? It really made him stop and think. I don't need him to be drippingly sweet and formal - just speak to me in a respectful and loving way. It's avoided a lot of fights that would come after him barking at me over and over and it just building up until I was mad..and he had no clue.that girlhttp://heyyourememberme.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219874887932551072.post-40644039421669599242008-06-23T07:15:00.000+03:002008-06-23T07:15:00.000+03:00I really enjoyed your post and your blog.<BR/>I think it is wonderful and have added your blog to my list of favorites.<BR/>God bless your work.preachermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09922837614859997243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219874887932551072.post-31684191059320723592008-06-22T05:19:00.000+03:002008-06-22T05:19:00.000+03:00If there was a point in our marriage, now 18 years, where we stopped being polite to each other, it passed when we were teaching our children to say <EM>please</EM> and <EM>thank you</EM>.<BR/><BR/>As we have 2 boys, 12 and 5 years old, we're pretty comfortable being polite to one another.<BR/><BR/>(unless the 5 year old was particularly trying during the day, which of course gives her a pass to be a bit surly)Charlie on the PA Turnpikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17590500198993017999noreply@blogger.com