Deciphering Disrespect
I didn’t do the super disrespectful things that I saw a lot of wives doing. I wasn’t at a “Jerry Springer Show” guest level of obnoxiousness. I thought of myself as a good wife.
My disrespect was more subtle and maybe even socially acceptable in our culture. But it was still very hurtful. A marriage can’t thrive without both people treating each other with love, honor, and respect. I had no idea that I was disrespecting him.
Disrespect in Action
- I undermined his authority as a dad and overrode the decisions he made as a parent.
- I had a critical spirit and looked down on him like I was so much more spiritual than he was.
- I asked him to lead or make decisions or for his thoughts but when he didn’t immediately respond, I steamrolled him and took over. (I didn’t realize his type of introverted personality generally takes some time to process and think through things.)
- I had a negative attitude and complained about him a lot to his face and to everyone else in my life.
- I tried to pressure and force him to do what I thought we should do.
- I was contentious and argumentative.
- I believed I was, essentially, always right and if he didn’t agree with me he must be wrong.
- I subconsciously expected him to basically do anything I wanted.
- I answered for him if we were with other people and I didn’t think he answered fast enough.
- I treated him like he was a little kid and I was his mom as if he couldn’t manage his life without my instructions.
- I didn’t think he had any wisdom to share with me.
- I approached him with a whole lot of pride and self-righteousness in my heart.
- I assumed the absolute worst about his motives, wrongly, and acted like my wrong assumptions were facts. (Later I discovered how completely off-base I was.)
- I acted like his prosecuting attorney rather than his friend and teammate.
- I wanted his attention and time constantly and got offended if he had other things he wanted to do.
- I raised my voice at him in exasperation.
- I spoke with an angry/irritated mama tone of voice a lot.
Then I was shocked that he shut down and really didn’t enjoy spending time with me. I thought he was very unloving and he was the one who needed to change. Greg didn’t confront me about the things I was doing that were disrespectful. And I seriously couldn’t see it. My pride blinded me.
Deception
Boy was I in for a surprise when I began to pray in October of 2008 that God would show me if I was doing anything to help create the wall in our marriage. That thought had never occurred to me. I thought I had been the most perfect Christian wife.
I mean, I read my Bible every day. I only listened to Christian music. I was at church 3 times per week. I could quote tons of verses from the Bible. I really did love my husband and wanted our marriage to be strong. I thought I was helping our marriage and pushing us toward God.
In reality, I was repelling my husband. He didn’t feel emotionally safe with me and he shouldn’t have. I wasn’t emotionally safe.
I just had no clue how much damage I was causing or that I was even doing anything wrong. And I had no idea how much I was grieving the heart of the Lord.
All this stuff was my sinful nature being in control. I didn’t have the fruit of the Spirit blossoming in my life (Gal. 5:22-33). I wasn’t loving Greg with the divine agape love of Christ (1 Cor. 13:4-8).
God Stepped In
That is because I wasn’t fully yielded to the Lordship of Chris
t. I kind of missed that part of Christianity. I said, “Jesus is my Savior and Lord,” but I didn’t live for Him as LORD of my life.
I wasn’t dying to my old sinful self and desires. I was all about my will, self-exaltation, self-justification, and self-seeking. I said I trusted God, but the fruit of my life revealed that I was trusting myself — not God.
I’m so thankful the Lord so graciously opened my eyes in December of 2008 to my mountain of sin so I could humble myself and repent and receive Jesus’ forgiveness.
I also immediately repented to Greg and decided to try to understand how to be a better wife to him. Even though he couldn’t explain what respect/disrespect was and I had no clue. I decided I was going to find out! Whatever it took.
He forgave me. Like in 3 seconds. For over 14 years of constant disrespect and hurting him. That blew my mind!
I couldn’t forgive him for small things. I held onto resentment and bitterness for years. Maybe he was more spiritual than I thought. And maybe more spiritual than I was.
I finally saw that I didn’t have any righteousness or goodness in myself. I needed Jesus to help me desperately! It took time for him to feel emotionally/spiritually safe with me. I needed to show the fruit of repentance, too.
Doing It God's Way
Then I decided I wanted Jesus to be in charge, not me. I decided to let Him sit on the throne of my life and trust His wisdom and His Word from that moment on.
I determined I was going to seek His will and His path for me and do things His way even if it didn’t make sense to me at first. And I would trust Him with the results.
It was scary at first! Giving up my illusion of control. I kind of felt like I was leaping off of a huge spiritual cliff, to trust God completely instead of myself. But it was the best decision I have ever made.
That was the beginning of my journey of spiritual healing and growth. And the beginning of God’s healing for our marriage. Now that I have tasted and seen how good God and His ways are, I never want to go back to my human wisdom or living for self again.