My husband loves the term brating. Don’t ask me why, he thinks it’s funny. Have you ever heard someone say a word and you can tell they’re putting quotation marks around it?
There you have my husband.
Here’s an example, heard recently:
Him: Could you stop being so difficult? Oh, excuse me, stop brating.
Well, excuse me while I roll my eyes. Yes, we’re the perfect, loving married couple. ;)
Here’s a secret: my husband doesn’t like to spank. He doesn’t, in fact, like domestic discipline. Yes, we practice, but it can be trying for both of us at times because of that fact. He likes the end result, but he doesn’t like having to set rules and he certainly doesn’t like to enforce them. My husband, like many others, I’m sure, doesn’t understand the appeal it holds for me, and I believe it makes him uncomfortable. Ah, the things we do for love. No matter how many times I explain--and I know he tries--it doesn’t make much sense to him.
So when he slacks off, what do I do? What do all naughty/good girls at heart do? I act out, I test, I push, and yes, as he says, I brat. Sometimes, all it takes is him walking into the
room and presto-chango I’ve turned into a first class brat. It catches him off guard, it perplexes him, it annoys him. Yet, he handles it the best he can.
In the books I write, the men always know just what to do. My husband is not one of those men, but we’re working through the kinks of living in the real world. Oh, to be a work of
fiction. And while I promise myself I’ll stop brating, chances are if the day ends in y, it’s 50/50 who I’ll be when he walks in the door.
**wanted also to use this time to let you guys know about a book I have releasing, "The Marriage Pact" which should be available on Amazon later today! So excited to share an excerpt with you tomorrow!! **