Then, as Lawrence knew only too well from his own experience, the husband takes to drink. He looses interest in his wife; he looses interest in himself. He lives only to get down the pub!
But, apart from the drink, he is still a good husband, and she loves him dearly. Then children come along. Her time is taken up with them. Now there is a change in her: she begins to hate her husband. Her love and affection is poured upon their first child. Oh, she is so proud of him.
Then, tragically, he dies. She is numb. Eventually she is able to love their second son, Paul. Paul grows up and becomes involved with two girls - they are girls at this stage. Not women. He seems to love them both. But his mother is the stronger, she won't let him go. She wangles things her way. She won't loose him.
The growing-up and the tension exhibited in Paul is typical of what Lawrence himself experienced. He portrays the agony with such delicate touches.
A truly great novel. It reveals such consummate understanding of human nature.