I have been thinking a lot about this thread, and reading in Blackberry’s book. I don’t think I am in an abusive relationship. I am, however, in a relationship where my husband and I no longer treat(ed) each other with enough respect.
The kicker came when I realized that I am more respectful to co-workers I don’t even like, then I am to my husband.
If I need anything from a co-worker, I am polite, I ask in a circumspect way, I explain why I need it, I am open to their suggestions as to how to do the job, I show appreciatation beforehand and afterwards, and I express implicit faith that they will do what they promise. And I don’t assume they will mess the job up beforehand. And even if they do mess the job up, I politely give them another chance to do it, I provide respectful and very circumspect help, and I try and make sure to save everybody’s dignity as much as possible.
While at home, my bitter disappointment and resentment leads me to bitching out orders at my husband, while exasperatedly rolling my eyes at his attempts to make suggestions. And even while I tell him what to do, I already assume he’s going to flake out, hence my anger.
It is no wonder he often flakes out, because he has a petulant and proud streak and really doesn’t like to be ordered what to do.
Our dynamic didn’t work in any way whatsoever. And for the time being, divorce is just not a practical option either. Something had to change.
So for the last week, I’ve told my husband that I’ll be trying the “respect” thing. I’ve brought my office manners home. So far it’s working. He occasionally will make a teasing remark that borders on disrespect, and then I jokingly hum the Aretha Frankllin line back to him (R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me…) Or I do my Mafia or gang imitation of ""gimmie respect, yo!. And whenever I say something thorny, I apologize.
I hope it catches on.