However, Williams spoke to In Touch last year about staying away from athletes after her marriage of over 10 years dissipated."I'm definitely dipping my foot back into the dating pool and am liking it," Williams told In Touch. "In some recent tweets, the reality television star spoke about letting things unfold on God's time."Because of my faith in God I know whatever is suppose to happen will happen when the time is right," Williams tweeted recently. I guess that’s why I told my wife I loved her on our second date. But it wasn’t that she wasn’t giving me love, it just seemed to come at different times. I don’t think I noticed this consciously for a while. And after each time, there would be this look she would give me. It wasn’t something I could force, just something that would come about as a result of my giving. And how much I’m sure those messages are bouncing around in other people’s heads as well. Living Disney movies in our minds, and tragedies in our lives.
I run around after our toddler all day and then try my best to be attentive when my husband wants to talk.
You can look at it like you lost a son or you can look at it like you gained a daughter. If you practice the former (as you seem to be), you will probably end up losing your son; it will be a self-fulfilling prophecy.
His wife and his new marriage is his first priority and he is correct in taking her side.
Like most Hasidic Jews (we both became religious later in life), our dating period lasted a very short time. I mean, how you can feel that burning love when you’re sitting at the table discussing how to use the last twenty dollars in your bank account? How can you feel it when you think it makes perfect sense to put your socks on the floor after you’re done with them, and she has this crazy idea that they need to go in the laundry basket? And now, as I’m a bit older and a bit more experienced with this relationship, I’ve finally come to realize something.
There was no way I could keep that dating fire burning as practicality invaded our lives. Something I haven’t wanted to admit for a long time, but is undeniable.
And even worse, it seemed that the harder I tried to be sentimental and lovey-dovey, the less it was reciprocated. Or, once we had a daughter, when I shared the responsibility of watching over her. Because as our marriage progressed, I found myself offering to help out around the house more and more. It took me longer than I care to admit to understand what was happening. Through giving, through doing things for my wife, the emotion that I had been so desperately seeking naturally came about. An emotion that, once had, somehow magically stays within a marriage forever. And I’m saddened to think about how much those messages bounced around in my head for so long.