This woman's view...
I moved out of my grandfather's house (raised by my grandparents) when I was 19, and was well capable of making it on my own, because I was raised to "never be dependent on anyone else - make your own way!" I joined the Air Force at 25, married at 29, became a mother at 32 and again at 34, retired from the Air Force at 45 (two years after my husband, who retired at 38) and got a great job as a defense contractor, followed by an even better job with the DoD in the intel field.
I don't *need* my husband to survive, but I did and do *need* him to help raise our children. I *need* him to complete my life. I *need* him as my best friend, my lover, my court jester in good times, and my rock in bad times. I *need* him in order to be a *better* me.
I don't need Obama to take care of my kids, my home, my life. I need my husband for that.
And this is NOT a slam on single moms - they have the hardest job in the world! But I *need* my husband.