If you want to get along better with your husband or wife, you will love this unconventional therapy advice.
Note: This is an essay by Susan Shapiro
“You are never allowed to criticize Aaron again!” Dr. W demanded.
“Very funny,” I said, laughing at this silly mandate from the male couples therapist whom I saw with Aaron, my new husband. How sexist, I thought.
But Dr. W was serious. Worse, he turned out to be right.
As a 35-year-old workaholic journalist and book critic, I depended on my deft denunciations and scathing honesty for my success.
I fell for Aaron, a curly-haired TV/film writer, for his looks, sweetness, and brilliant, creative brain. Yet after we’d pooled every cent and borrowed to buy a co-op, I started knocking him for being disorganized.
A compulsive neatnik, I’d scan the piles of books, comics, DVDs, and scripts on the floor of his den (aka The Bat Cave) and snap, “You’re such a slob. When are you going to clean up this mess?” I was eternally early; he never met a deadline he couldn’t miss. When he’d come home at night, I’d ask, “Have you ever paid rent on time once in your life?”
He’d shut the door and turn on his computer. I’d read in the living room until midnight, feeling lonely. I couldn’t see how my big mouth was marring my marriage. I was sure being neat and organized and paying bills punctually was the correct way to avoid late fees and improve our credit.
Dr. W was happily married, and Aaron trusted him. So I agreed to stop slamming my husband. Instead, I’d say something sweet the next night. It seemed like a stupid, phony exercise. When he walked in, I reluctantly mumbled, “Nice shirt you have on.”
Aaron looked at his button-down, then at me. “Really? You like it?”
I nodded. “You look good in green.”
“Thanks.” He smiled. “Remember you got me a light-green Gap shirt? I’ll wear it tomorrow.”
I swear he stood up straighter and pumped his shoulders proudly. “Want to watch Letterman?” he asked. I did. Snuggling on the couch led to steaming up the bedroom.
Recently celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary, I thought of how toning down my gripes had begun as a way to please and placate him. But whom did it benefit most when my mate felt bigger and stronger? Yes, Aaron spent years working on a network TV drama, enabling us to renovate our dream home and office. But the best surprise was the enhancement of my career: Since marrying, I’ve published several memoirs and two novels — all with a funny, affectionate male hero.
“You couldn’t sell a book until you had a loving man in your life and your plots,” my shrink annoyingly said.
As a loudmouth, raging feminist who is pro-men and marriage, I learned that a little less raging got me a lot more love.
Written by Susan Shapiro – reprint by permission.