For a long time, the world has been led to believe opposites attract, just like the north poles of magnet s are drown to the south poles. Conventional wisdom seems to have it that two people who are psychologically alike will not be able to sustain their relationship. I leave it to you to decide on the truthfulness or otherwise of these beliefs. What I do know from personal experience is that a lot men who couldn’t care less about horses land up in serious relationships with women who are horse fanatics.
I have this to say to all men who have no particular affection for horses, but find themselves strongly drawn to horse-loving women: be prepared to accept second place. In this kind of a situation, you must be capable of enormous patience, unwavering love and deep understanding. If you are the kind of man who cannot accept being in second place, I suggest you terminate the relationship at the earliest opportunity, while you can still do so without rancour.
Think of some possible scenarios. You have got everything ready for a weekend fall trip with your partner more than 2 months before. Just as you are about to finishing stuffing your car, your partner gets information about fresh hay being cut and sold in some local field. She has been searching for fresh hay, and she has no intention of losing this opportunity. She knows there is a lot of wisdom in storing hay in anticipation of winter. You tell her hay can wait but your weekend trip can’t. She begs to differ, and before you know it you are at the hay field struggling with the loading of bales of hay on to your trailer. Your planned vacation has gone on holiday.
I have seen more men than I can remember huff and puff and threaten to blow their wives down if they – the wives – so much as dared to push them – the husbands – around, especially for the sake of some darned horse. I have also seen those same men eat crow, and lots of it without any seasoning. It seems to be a universal characteristic of horse-loving women that they are sugar and spice and everything that is nice externally, but tough as teak, unbending on the inside, with no give whatsoever if it is a question of their beloved horses. I have seen all of these he-men learn the hard way that there is just no horsing around when it comes to the horse. It is far wiser to live to exercise prudence over valour.
Husbands who are second choices to horses are well aware that their wives are ever agreeable to committing time to their horses, at the cost of any other engagement. This is all the more so with wives and horses who are into shows and events. The experienced wife leaves her husband behind when she is away at a show, because she knows he will hit back at her by griping the whole day about boredom. It is better to let him spend some time watching TV or drinking or fishing with his buddies.
It is a kind of you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours quid pro quo.
The queerest thing is that in spite of all its upheavals, a marriage between a husband indifferent to horses and a wife devoted to them usually works out quite well. It is possibly because the husband would rather lose out to a horse than to another man.