In our bedroom, with dark, muted blue walls, I sift through my pajama pants to find a pair to exchange for my fitted jeans. I slink into a pair of yoga pants, but leave my sweater on, eager to sit down and relax for a few minutes. J comes up the creaky, carpeted stairs into our room. Turned towards my dresser, I put a few trinkets back into my jewelry box. He tackles me onto the bed. I laugh a little and say, “I don’t want to wrestle.” He counters, “Oh, you’re so boring; you never want to wrestle.” “I’m a grown woman, and I don’t enjoy wrestling,” I state as he pins me to the bed. Squirming to the right, I try to roll out of his range unsuccessfully.
J says, “This is what people do. It’s cute. I want to wrestle with you; you’re my wife.” Working hard to get out of his grasp, “Ow, you’re hurting me. Please stop. I don’t want to wrestle.” “Oh, stop being such a baby. You’re tougher than this. Try to get out,” he continues. I gather my strength and buck him off of me; I hit him a few times and he laughs. After several more minutes of struggle, he traps me in another position and I bite him to get out. He reacts, “What the fuck, Jen?! You bit me?!” His eyes turn to steel; he gets off of me.
Why do men think this is cute??? I’m so sorry, Jen.
No clue. Thanks for your support, Tiff!
“The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us, but those who win battles we know nothing about.”
-Unknown
It seems to me, you are mistaken
I’m sure you aren’t alone in that opinion. Unfortunately, our world operates in a way that says that men deserve respect but women don’t. I have shared subtle moments of abuse to help raise awareness that relationships need to be based on mutuality and freedom. I don’t want women to continue believing that they should be silent and accept abuse.