I'm Not A Control Freak, Am I?

Sometimes we plead, shout, demand, and cause a complete ruckus to get our husbands to help us. Then, when they kindly (or begrudgingly oblige) we smack them between the eyes with our disappointment and criticism because it wasn’t done “our way!”  Basically, we are stating, “I’m not a control freak…. but let me show you how it’s done!”

Isn't this so true, especially with our spouses?  For example: A women requests her husband stop by the grocery store and texts him a list (admit it, you are texting lists now, too!). He, of course, is thrilled at the prospect of grocery shopping on his way home from a long days work (go ahead insert a little sarcastic voice). Upon arriving home to his devoted wife, he greets her with a quick peck on the lips, unloads the groceries, and immediately senses tension in the air.  He now begins to look for the quickest escape route from the kitchen. His heart rate is rising. He is scrambling to run from whatever is causing the over exaggerated moans of displeasure radiating from his wife’s lips.


Written by Amy Wine, LPC Intern, LMFT