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The man looked  irritated. He was annoyed with  his wife who always felt insecure about his love for her. How was he to show it was beyond his comprehension. He found himself terribly lacking in the delicate nuances of playing to the moods of his wife. So much water had flown past the river since they got married but she seemed to have remained entangled in the same cesspool of  male anchoring ..For a women  love and liberation perhaps meant two different things rather  liberation had the connotations of being disloyal. 

The man moves ahead whether for good or bad but the women clings to her  guiles to hook the male  psyche  in order to safeguard her existence and give meaning to her life. 

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