I can’t relate the best way to handle it, because the one time it happened to me I didn’t deal with it very well, and it was a precursor to the end of my marriage, but I didn’t know that at the time.
My husband started giving me the silent treatment, and doing that wonderfully mature thing of talking to me through the kids: “tell your mother this that or the other”. I would speak to him directly, but he refused to speak to me at all, and of course wouldn’t tell me or them what I had done. It was very embarrassing when he continued this behavior even in front of my brother. But I wasn’t going to protect him. I flat out told my brother, with my husband sitting right there, “Bob hasn’t been speaking to me for the last week, but refuses to say why”. My brother hates any kind of embarrassing turmoil like that and was very uncomfortable. It was thoroughly embarrassing all the way around, and the kids were just not happy having to carry messages.
But after the first week or so, I rely began to enjoy the peace and quiet! No arguing, no snide comments…and I told him how pleasant I was finding the experience. Of course he flounced about, banging pots and slamming doors, and the kids began avoiding him.
By the third week I would just sit there and tell him anything that popped in my head about how I felt a mature marriage should work, or list all the things I used to like about him, or tell stories about funny things we had done together as a family when the kids were babies and we lived in Georgia. He wasn’t spending too much time hanging around, but when he was I would just talk and talk without having to worry about being interrupted.
Thirty days. This went on for thirty freaking days. By that last week I was fed up and utterly embarrassed by him and for him. I didn’t want him around anymore. Which of course was his intent, to make me kick him out so he could feel justified for spending time with his mistress and paint me as this petty vindictive woman. But I didn’t kick him out of bed or the house. Even when he shoved me off the bed with his feet. And finally After thirty days he decided I’d been punished enough and deigned to start talking to me again. And to tell me why I was getting the silent treatment.
Want to know what my huge transgression was?
I hadn’t thanked him for doing the dishes one night.
Except…I had said thank you. He just hadn’t heard me.
Needless to say, we were divorced a year later, after I found out about his affair.