My husband is a very dominant man. He wants things his way or the highway. We've had issues over that, and with both of us having Alpha personalities, things can get somewhat interesting at our house.
But when it comes down to it, he's the man of the house. I may well be able to do things in my way and do things that i think would be interesting/fun/whatever, but when the bills come due, he pays them from the money I earn. (right now, I'm putting him through college. Back when we got together, I had no job, so he paid everything and was GOD)
He and I have strong feelings about a woman's place in the home. But we also have strong feelings about sharing the load. Right now, I work, he does the housework. It's only fair. (Which would explain why my house looks like a train wreck.)
When he works, I do the housework. As it is, I do the laundry so that we have clean clothing, otherwise it wouldn't get done.
I was raised to be a strong woman, independant and capable. But my grandmother also raised me to know that when I married, I became a housewife. It is a man's home, and it is my place to go where he goes as he sees fit.
I may not be a doormat, but I do know that I'm happy with a man who knows how to keep me in check. Trust me, it takes a strong man to do that.
(Here's where things get funny: I'm a Domme. Any man who wanted to marry me had to be stronger, both physically and emotionally than I. I can't stand more than a couple of hours at a time in the presence of pussies.)
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