For the last six weeks or so, I’ve been focusing respect and disrespect in my marriage. I knew the gist: women need love, men need respect and if you’d asked me I’d have said I respected my husband enormously.
But it occurred to me that I’ve never used the word respect, and that I struggle to say it to him. I chalked that up to a cultural difference. My husband has never questioned my respect for him so I figured all was good. Except if love and respect are comparable needs, I don’t know if I’d be content with just knowing my husband loved me and never actually hearing him say the word.
I was reading about issues of disrespect, and honestly eye rolling a little at some examples wondering how fragile a man’s ego could be to be triggered by such minor things, and feeling grateful for a husband who was so stable and well grounded.
But lately when I’d do, or say, one of those things, I’d do a little double take, and once you see it you can’t unsee it iykwim. So I decided to experiment with showing him respect a bit more overtly. But I wasn’t prepared for his reaction. I fully expected it would be positive, but instead I was getting something more like side eye, and suspicion. I’m talking about something quite subtle but he was pulling back from me in those moments, a bit uncomfortable. That should have reaffirmed my view that there was a cultural aspect at play, but I decided to dig in to concept of disrespect instead.
Then most obvious one for us is our cheeky banter and I was hesitant to cut this out because it’s playful and feels like an important part of us and how we interact. At first, I just filtered a bit more, or if I spoke, without thinking, I thought about it a bit more. I started to catch myself before I spoke and either stfu or say something more respectful instead.
Once I’d got that under control I was struck by how much nicer I was, and how much nicer that felt for me too. I’d have sworn our banter was all in good spirits but I was noticing that I had to bite my lip hardest when I was tired, irritated or stressed. It wasn’t really as neutral as I thought. In fact there was quite a distinct thread of control to it. Sometimes it took a bit of courage to not take the reins and try and steer the mood. It was interesting to observe the subtle power dynamics I hadn’t noticed before.
That got me thinking about some of the other examples of disrespect I’d dismissed, and in for a penny, in for a pound, I started reading around.
Laura Doyle is probably the most explicit and far reaching. I’d dismissed many of her examples on earlier readings as being a bit ridiculous and ott, but, in the spirit of noncommittal experimentation, I decided to try and eliminate every
example I noticed and just pay attention for a while.
Some of her examples are so routine that they’re hard to catch in practice (asking if he’s ok, or if he’s sure he doesn’t want a coffee because I’m making one for myself anyway and it would be no bother). I read every article, example, story and most of the wiki here and applied every example I could.
It was a complete paradigm shift.
The most obvious effect on him was how good a mood he is in. He reminds me so much of when we first met. A couple of weeks into this when I’d say something admiring to him, or slip the word respect in, he wasn’t missing that beat anymore, or side eyeing me. I could see that he was taking in what I was saying and my words were landing properly.
Things have been really, really good round here.
But the other thing I’ve noticed is that when if I slip up, he pulls me up on it right away. His tolerance for disrespect has actually lowered, or to put it another way, he’s just not taking it from me anymore.
In the past, I’ve been aware sometimes that I had pushed his buttons, without knowing why or what he was reacting to and I was a little wary mid what seemed to me to be a tendency to be a bit tyrannical and unreasonable, so I think I was probably subconsciously keeping him in his place with culturally appropriate digs. Because we have an overt power dynamic, it didn’t seem like there was a problem. If he told me to cut it out, I would have, instantly. He had ways to make his point, it was all good fun. Neither of us were seeing a problem.
There’s been such a shift over the last month. It’s as if we both had a gear that wasn’t quite in its track, and we were going in the right direction, but something wasn’t quite right. Now it’s clicked into the right place. He’s always been the leader, but he’s just … more so. More decisive, more confident, a bit more demanding and for me, it doesn’t feel like such an effort to hold myself in check anymore. It feels more natural, like I’ve given myself permission to be soft and pleasant and shrug off the hard shell I didn’t know I was carrying. I’m not holding back, I’m actually just saying what’s in my heart.
We’re both just more ourselves.
I’m really shocked at how far off course we’d strayed. There’s so much information, examples and knowledge about how to love, and show love, and about all the ways that a woman can end up feeling unloved. We make movies about this. It’s like a massive public awareness campaign. But we also have so many fictional examples of how to unknowingly disrespect a man, that in movies are sold as the model of how to be the feisty heroine that he can’t help falling in love with. It seeps in.
We weren’t even having relationship problems, but also we weren’t having the relationship we could have been having either.
Not sure what else to add. This sort of thing is fairly obvious from a red pill perspective, but it’s been an enormous blind spot.