I know for a fact that I am stronger, faster, and more aggressive than my wife. I know that if I wanted to I could pick her up, put her over my knee, and give her a good spanking if I really wanted to, or if we ever got into a fist fight, she would lose badly.
Despite knowing all of this I am still afraid of her wrath and I fear of making her upset because her upset is worse than any beating I could take from a physical fist fight.
All she does is not talk to me. (The dreaded silent treatment) She will walk around doing stuff in a way that I know she is upset but when I ask what's wrong she will look at me with those eyes (you men know that look) and say "nothing". and walk away leaving me there to ponder every possibility in the universe I might have caused for her to react this way. Letting my mind go through the possibilities of what I might have done wrong is the worst kind of punishment because I have absolutely no clue.
Example: My wife bought me an expensive shirt for Christmas, it was very nice and she had told me afterwards that it can't be dried in a dryer because it would ruin the shirt and that if I wore it I had to put it off to side to be washed. I wore it one night while we were out with friends and when we got home we were both tired so when we went to bed I took everything off and threw it all in the clothes hamper. The next day after I got home from work she gave me the silent treatment.
For the life of me I did not have a clue of what I did wrong. Finally she told me that she did laundry, I was still clueless, then she said she dried everything in the dryer. still I was clueless, (which made her more upset) she pulled out the shrunken shirt and showed it to me. I did the worst thing a man can do when his woman is angry, I laughed. I laughed because I thought I did something much worse.
This was a very big deal to her, she had a lot of pride in her gift for me, She took the time to shop and find that perfect shirt she knew I would love, she loved watching me show off her gift whenever I put it on and had people say to me, "Nice shirt". I took that away from her by being careless. I get it. But I laughed because she was the one who dried it.
It has always amazed me that someone smaller and weaker than me could have such power over me. I will do most things she tells me to do, without an argument, because I know it will make her happy. You know that old saying, "Happy wife, Happy life" its not exactly true. You have to be the one to make her happy, because in turn that makes you happy. She could go out and have sex with another person, which might make her happy, but it sure as hell isn't going to make you happy. Do you see my point?
It has to go both ways as well, she has to make you happy too. I am very lucky to have the best of both worlds.
My wife is not scared of me, even though she knows I am bigger and stronger, she has absolutely no fear. She actually has the opposite of fear and will tell me I'm being stupid from time to time when I actually am being stupid and I need to hear it. (Which is like , all the time.) I am not afraid of her and will tell her when she is being silly. (She is silly, I am stupid, different words, same meaning.) Avoid the wrath fellas.
We both take such good care of one another that it pains us both to cause the other person deliberate harm in any fashion. Yet we have the comfort zone to be able to toss insults back and forth to see which one of us is more clever that day. There is that invisible line that you do not cross. You have it with the people you care about the most in your life.
That's all for today folks:
Scott Goerz
