It's not quite warm enough here yet, but I love to walk around barefoot and feel the green grass between my toes and the sunshine on my face. I can't wait for summer. It's my favorite time of the year. To hear the kids laughing and splashing in the pool, feel the sun penetrating deep into my muscles and bones...
Sorry I tend to drift off when I think of summer. Anyway, we had a nice peaceful walk/ride down the trail through the woods and enjoyed one another and the beautiful weather.
It was on our way home that it hit. My incessant need to control things. I never realized how bad it was until we started TTWD. And I certainly didn't realize how hard a habit it would be to give up. Okay, okay! I realize that I
We were listening to satellite radio. John was controlling the station. Now we typically listen to similar music and both have somewhat eclectic tastes. However, John occasionally listens to things that I don't like AT ALL. I began to tease and poke fun at his choices. When the song ended he started trolling the stations and I decided to "help" him find a better choice. Well APPARENTLY that is NOT acceptable. He immediately became visibly irritated with me and I quickly changed it back so he could continue trolling. It was too late.
When we arrived home I was instructed to go to our room and wait for him. He came in and sat on the bed opposite me and lectured on my control issues. Assured me that it was not really about the radio, but about my unwillingness to relinquish control... Initially, I was defensive and tried to make it about the radio. He continued to discuss my behavior and slowly,I began to see how devastating my actions have been to us. Tears rolled down my cheeks as that realization settled on me. He informed me that I would be corrected for it. He was disappointed that even after such a strenuous spanking that morning, I was still unable or unwilling to fully submit to him.
After the kids are in bed, we will come back here and take care of this.
Already emotionally shaken, I curled up into his arms and laid there for a moment.
Can we do it now?
Are you asking me to spank you now?
Yes. Please. I'm so sorry I disappointed you and don't want to wait. We can turn on the radio so the kids won't hear. That phrase just dawned on me as ironic as that damn radio is the reason I was getting spanked! Please.
Alright. Get ready and into position.
I cried through the whole thing. Not because it hurt (which it did! It was still sore from that morning's spanking), but because I had disappointed him. That I had disappointed myself. That I was destructive to our marriage and what we are trying to build.
My control issues are deeply ingrained in my brain. I don't know how or if I will ever fully shake them. They have served me well (ok...maybe not well, but I have managed to protect myself). I'm sure with John's help I will learn to operate without them.