Steve has a fear of being “whipped.” Whoppishhhhh!
He doesn’t want to see himself become emasculated which, perhaps, maybe, who really knows, I have the tendency to do to the guy. Just sayin’…
So, sometimes, his fear of this can become quite annoying when I really don’t feel like I am being controlling/bossy/I-wear-the-pants at a given moment.
But sometimes we can joke about it. And those times can be quite fun.
Yesterday, for instance.
Me: “I’m going to A to Z (see… my New Year’s resolution!) today at 4:15.”
Him: “No. You’re not. You’re staying here. That’s an order.”
Me: “Nope. I’m going.”
Him: “I’m ordering that you do go to A to Z.”
Me: “I’m stopping by Market Basket on my way home for a few things.”
Him: “I order that you come home. You cannot stop.”
Me: “I’m stopping at Market Basket.”
Him: “I order that you stop at Market Basket. Do not come home without those things.”