I wrote this as a comment over at Lena’s place. Editing it down to remove the context, I think it stands on its own.

I’m going a bit reformed to work through this, but at times does the covenant not hold us in marriage? Love is not the mushy feeling or desire. It’s a series of choices, often painful ones, we take to keep our integrity and honour our covenant with one another.

At times we are unattractive, and I don’t merely mean fever and puke, but we are angry, contrary, spiteful and hateful. All those can be dealt with. It is contempt that is the soul eater and marriage breaker. For that holds the other as beneath your notice, a mere machine, and impediment, as tissue that can be discarded.

And contempt is the modus operandi of the feminist movement: contempt of men, contempt of the unborn child, and contempt of all women who take their covenantal relationships with the seriousness that they deserve.