Something struck a chord with me just then. In order for our marriage to work, I had to love her unconditionally, and she had to learn to respect me. Plain and simple. But it wasn’t simple, no matter how plain. I tried to think of ways I could better express love to her. I wasn’t very good at being romantic, but maybe she needed to feel more like a woman and less like a fixture in this house. 18+
“What? Are you crazy?” she asked, taking a large swig. I knew now was my chance. The kids were at friends houses for the weekend, and my wife seemed to be testing my resolve. I stood up and took hold of her wrist. “Let go of me Mark!” she clamored. I took the drink with my free hand and dumped it in the sink. “And you are the one who complains about wasting money!” she screamed. I quickly forced her chest onto the wet countertop. “Stop it Mark!” she hollered. I had no inclination to stop. I slid my leather belt from my khakis and made a solid loop. She struggled in my arms, but we both knew she was no match for my brute strength over her.