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(The husband remarried 7 months after Malba’s death. Malba repeated this fact often; she was bitter about it because it revealed how little her husband thought of her. After the husband’s death the second wife went to California to live with her stepson and his family. Malba was not happy about this either.
(Malba met her husband Bronson there; he was a foreman in the factory or plant. Her husband died two years ago [in 1962] in Marlborough, England. He was not English himself, but had English relatives and was visiting them. He had an English grandmother.
(While her husband worked in the factory he also owned a farm outside Decatur. After marriage the couple moved to the farm. It was poor ground for farming and the husband was a poor farmer. Malba mentioned this several times in a rather derogatory way.
[...] You expected many things —a complete renewal, a reversal of certain circumstances in your life—a new relationship with your husband. [...] You also thought that you would enjoy having your husband around all of the time. [...]
[...] It is in this regard that you found the presence of your husband distracting when the two of you moved. [...]
[...] Because of some circumstances and conflicts with your husband in this life in the past, you did not want to hear what he had to say. [...]
[...] Helen’s husband recently died after an operation for lung cancer; this evening Helen described to Jane a recent experience in which she felt her husband was speaking to her while she slept. Helen told us she has dreamed of her husband many times, but felt this particular experience was something other than a dream; she stressed its clarity, its reassurance and simplicity.
She told you of an experience that seems to be a dream, in which her husband spoke to her in terms of encouragement. She will have several other such experiences, for her husband is aware of the situation, and is helping her all he can.
(It might be mentioned here that quite a few sessions ago Seth dealt with a similar vivid experience of Marian’s, in which she received a message from the father of her husband; the father died perhaps a year ago. [...]
Your husband’s attitude, certainly on the surface, has been understanding. [...]
I know you have tried concentrating on pleasing your husband first of all. [...]
Be aware of what your body feels without questioning—without wondering whether or not your body should feel more—allow yourself to feel your husband’s caresses in the same way a flower might feel the sun.
[...] Ruburt expected her husband, the man, to show spontaneous love and affection, and to supply emotional richness, which she was willing to nurture—but she expected the artist—who happened to be her husband—to protect himself from any emotional response that might interfere with his work.
[...] Verbatim notes taken and typed by her husband, Rob.)
Some difficulty lies in the inner psychological relationship between the husband and the wife—an inner issue she does not face, and reacts to the issue in physical terms. [...]
[...] A change in the husband’s attitude will affect the attitude of the ill woman.
[...] Callista’s husband Buff was killed in a car accident in southern Pennsylvania a few months ago; Jane had a vivid dream giving many details of this event the evening before it happened, although we hadn’t seen the Buffalins for some time previously. [...]
[...] She hesitated because she wasn’t sure about the data’s accuracy, but also because she didn’t want to unduly upset Callista by talking about her recently deceased husband, etc.
[...] An alcoholic’s wife might wish with all her heart that her husband stop drinking — but if she suddenly asked herself what she would do, she might — surprisingly enough — feel a tinge of panic. On examination of her own thoughts and beliefs, she might well discover that she was so frightened of not achieving her own goals that she actually encouraged her husband’s alcoholism, so that she would not have to face her own “failure.”
[...] She and her husband were distraught, she said, and a friend of theirs, Ray Van Over, a parapsychologist in New York, had suggested she call me.
[...] “My husband is in New York for the day, but he’ll be back by late afternoon.”
[...] During the proceedings I felt that I was the deceased woman, reliving an argument she once had with her husband. [...]
[...] Unjustifiably because the pigheaded husband was, forgive my pun, a bore. And he now, as John, is familiar with this previous husband in a business relationship.
He was in a different position when he was a woman, and if I may give away secrets, he was beaten by one pigheaded husband who had a snout to match.
This was in Belgium—and I will not be tricked, my dear Joseph—it was in Belgium in 1632, and our Philip in a rather sensational case for the times actually brought this husband to a village trial, a particularly unusual occurrence at that time. [...]
[...] She was afraid that she might discover within herself the buried impulse to kill her husband, or to break up the marriage, but she was sure that her overweight condition hid some unfortunate impulse.
(Pause.) Actually the woman’s condition hid her primary impulse: to communicate better with her husband, to ask him for definite expressions of love. [...]