It’s time we had a talk about your indecisiveness.

It has come to my attention that there is more than one reason for your seeming incompetence and indecisiveness.

I had believed that you wished to refrain from bulldozing your way through us to whatever you wanted.  I thought that you were simply motivated by a need to make us feel empowered and independent.  I dreamed it was because you did not want to step on our dainty toes of opinion with your steel-tipped Doc Martens of entitlement.

Another truth has been presented to me and, frankly dear Husbands, it saddens me to my core.

Could it be that the Husbands of America find it easier to let their wives carry the burden of management and decision-making?  Could it be that Husbands were afraid of being ‘wrong’ and would rather make no decision than a wrong decision?  Could it be the way my brother and I were as kids – if he incompetently dragged his feet long enough I would step-up and do the dishes so we would not have to face down an alcoholic father?  (Yesterday’s alcoholic, abusive father is today’s debt collectors, creditors, bankruptcy, bosses, and more.)

Husbands, by abandoning your decision-making skills you are hurting us – your wives, your marriages, and yourselves.

Firstly, you are skipping out on your part of the marriage and your responsibilities which, by default, leaves me to step in and take care of everything.  It’s not fair, Beloved!  You promised we’d be partners but by shirking your duties, you are sticking me with the work.

I am tired.  I am tired of worrying, tired of doing-it-all, tired of trying to get you to honor your commitments, and tired of being tired.  I don’t like the me that has to harangue you to get you to do anything.  You’re letting me down.

Secondly, you are turning me into your mother.  I don’t want to be your mother.  And if I am the mother, you are the 13 year-old boy that can rest with the assurance that mom will get it all done.  I am not supposed to be your parent; I am supposed to be your wife.

Thirdly, you are sucking the sex-appeal right out of our relationship.  How on earth can you treat me like your mother and then want to have sex with me?  I’ll get it all done, make sure you are taking care of, and then be a wanton sex goddess in bed?

Oh, dear Husbands, you are living in a fantasy.  Don’t worry.  I’ve tried, but it’s fake and we both know that.  Husbands, would you like to know the secret to an amazing marriage and amazing sex life?

Be my partner, not my child.  You know what’s sexy?  Sheer competence!  I used to get so turned on when watching my first boyfriend drive.  He was so competent, patient, and good at it.  It’s the same feeling I get when I watch you with our children or when you finally get around to fixing the front door like you promised.

You don’t serve me or our relationship by slacking off; you serve by being your best self.

Husband, I want to be a wanton sex goddess too, but let me tell you something.  If you want me to be unrestrained, playful, and passionate in bed then I have to be able to let go.  I have to trust that if I do so, everything will be taken care of.  I can’t completely surrender to you if I don’t have any faith in your abilities to take care of anything.

I have to know, I have to trust that you can and do take care of things.  I can’t be goddess without a god.

I implore you, I’m begging you, please step up.  We deserve better than this.