The Last letter from My friend Wayne the Model Husband!

It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it 

becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality

of housekeeping  as when they were younger.  When you notice this, try

to show some understanding. My name is Wayne , and let me relate

how I handled the situation with my wife, Beverly.

When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Bev to get a 

full time job along with her part-time job, both for extra income 

and for the health benefits that we needed.

Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to 

show her age. I usually get home from the golf course about the same 

time she gets home from work.  Although she knows how

hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before 

she starts dinner. I don't yell at her.  Instead, I tell her to take 

her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I 

generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the country club, so 

eating out again at night is not reasonable.   I'm ready for some 

home-cooking when I hit that door.

She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating, but now 

it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours 

after dinner.  I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her 

several times each evening that the dishes won't clean themselves.  

I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her 

to get them done before she goes to bed.

Another symptom of aging is complaining. For example, she will say 

that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills 

during her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, 

so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it 

out over two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so 

much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then 

wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think 

that this is one of my strong points.

When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs  more rest 

periods. She had to take a break when she was only

half finished  mowing the yard.  I try not to make a scene. I'm a

fair man.  I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly

squeezed  lemonade and just sit for a while.  And, as long as

she is making  one for herself, she may as well make one for me, too.

I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I

support Bev,  and I'm not saying that showing this much

consideration is easy.   Nobody knows better than I do how frustrated women get

as they get older, but, guys, even if you just use a little more

tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this letter, I

will consider that writing it was well worthwhile.  After all, we are put on this 

earth to help each other.

Signed,

Wayne

EDITOR'S NOTE: Wayne died tragically on February 1st of a perforated 

colon. The police report says he was found with a

Calloway extra  long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club jammed up

his ass.  His  wife Beverly was arrested and charged with murder.

The all-woman jury took only 15 minutes to find her Not Guilty,

accepting her  defense that Wayne somehow, without looking,

accidentally sat down  on the end of his golf club.