When I first met my husband, he was very ‘accomodating’.  Ladies, you know what I mean.  “Where would you like to go?”  “What would you like to do?”  “What do you feel like for dinner?”

Since this was just-some-guy, I wasn’t even nice about dealing with him at all.  I just sat and looked at him…for 20 minutes.  I didn’t even shrug my shoulders or throw a ‘whatever’ at him.  I gave him nothing.  He invited me on a date, he should have already planned something.  (Or at the very least had an idea of what we could do.)

When he moved in with me, my brother was living with me too.  So, unfortunately for him, he was stepping into an already established routine.  It wasn’t until we moved to North Carolina that I finally noticed that he kept checking in with me on everything.  The ah-ha moment came when he actually asked ‘is this ok?’ regarding a parking space.

One day I caught myself telling him how to drive home.  Home.  TO OUR HOUSE.

What in the heck had happened?!  It wasn’t me, he was like that when I met him, but how on earth had I slipped so easily into the role of parking space verifier?  Why was he even asking me?  How could this possibly happen to two, independent, well-educated adults?

Though I cared, I cared more about fixing it with a quickness.

1.  Explanation.  First, I sat him down to talk about it and told him that I wasn’t happy about it.  Why on earth would I be happy about telling a man ten years my senior how to park?  He hadn’t noticed it either but when I pointed it out he was chagrined to say the least.

2.  Does it matter?  I started to ask myself, “does it matter?”  Does is really matter which route we take to get to the grocery store?  Does it matter if we park 2 spaces over?  He isn’t doing anything wrong and there isn’t a right or wrong answer. 
 

 

3.  Just say no.  From then on, when he asked me if a parking space was ok, I would pretend to think about it and then respond with a serious ‘no’.  The first time I did that, he was taken aback.  After that, however, he responded with “executive decision!” as he whipped into the parking space.  It took him a little while, but he stopped asking.

4.  Always a passenger?  I am, mostly, unless we need to get somewhere in a hurry, then I drive. 

In our relationship, unless it is a road-trip, he typically drives.  It isn’t about power-plays in our relationship; we are totally beyond that.  Him driving us happens to fit living in North Carolina best. 

However, this weekend our plane arrived late in Miami, lost our luggage, and the rental car people took forever.  We were short on time and short on wedding attire, but I would be damned if I didn’t show up at my best friend’s wedding on time.  Though Chris had been driving the entire time we were in Colorado, I ripped those keys out of the rental guy’s hands and sped off in a haze of smoking tires.

You better believe we showed up with 3 minutes to spare.

If he had driven, we would have been late.  We also wouldn’t have had the possibility of getting arrested for reckless driving, cut anyone off, or gone 20 mph over the speed limit.  (FYI, I only drive like a maniac on very special occasions.) 

It isn’t about husband v. wife, it’s about what tool fits the situation best.

5.  Chores.  When I met Chris, he didn’t do household anything and he certainly didn’t do dishes.  I told him upfront that I did not do dishes, so we could either go all disposable or he could do them.  He opted to do dishes instead of killing a forest-a-year. 

During the North Carolina men-aissance, I noticed that he would also check with me about the dishes. 

Frankly, there is no ‘right’ way to do dishes.  So I consciously let the dishes go.  If he wanted to throw them in without rinsing them first, fine.  If he wanted to stand there and meticulously scrape every piece of food off of the dishes for 40 minutes, great.  If he wanted to stack bowls on top of plates when putting them away, groovy.

Dishes were ‘his’ and, as such, I stepped back from any opinion I had regarding how to do them.  As long as they were done, I would have nothing to say.  And don’t get me wrong, it took some time to undo the urge I had to tell him how to do them.

6.  Independent Woman.  I absolutely do not believe that men should be ‘in charge’ and take care of everything.  I am an independent woman.  I helped put a roof over my family’s head, put myself through school, and was paying my own bills loooong before I met my husband.

Being an independent woman in a relationship, though, is different.  There has to be room for both the woman and  the man. 

When I spoke with Chris about his constant ‘checking’ with me about everything, he told me that it was because he wanted to make sure that my needs weren’t sublimated.  He wanted to make sure that I was enjoying myself, or taken care of, and that my needs were considered. 

He was being a sensitive guy, but the problem is that he was being a sensitive guy for a woman who has not yet learned to be independent and express herself.

7.  Trust.  Once I realized what the problem was, I flat-out told him ”Believe me.  If I have a problem with something, I will let you know.”  I let him know that he could trust me to tell him when I was in disagreement with something or was upset and why.  I let go and trusted  him to make decisions without checking with me first.

Sometimes you will not be able to confer with your partner.  Sometimes you will have to make a decision on your own, with limited facts in front of you.  Even in this technologically connected day and age, sometimes you will not be able to reach your spouse.  Being paralyzed through indecision because you want to make sure your spouse has equal ‘buy-in’ isn’t healthy for your relationship.  Trust that you, or your spouse, will make the best decision possible with the facts in evidence.

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It’s been a weird time for men.  A lot has changed, even within the past 30 years.  The more empowered women get, the more some men do not want to step on their toes.  An educated man doesn’t want to be a Cro Magnon Man, dictating to his partner, so he steps back from decision making.

We only needed that stepping away when women were new to ‘independence’, before they had really learned to assert themselves and speak their minds.  I think we are ready to move on to the next stage of our romantic sociological development.