One feels like worshiping the woman for enduring so much. One feels like worshiping the woman for being so willingly exploited. And one feels like slapping her hard in the face for being so stupid. Her own worst enemy she is.
Talk emotions to her, and she will be pleased. Talk sense to her, and she will be offended. Truth is often rough and blunt and harsh. Tell the truth to her, and she feels that “He doesn’t love me!” Offer her emotional sweeties, and you will be the best friend she ever had.
This article has been created by volunteers of the PrashantAdvait Foundation from transcriptions of sessions by Acharya Prashant
