Thad, a hypothetically typical wussy boy with an extremely effeminate name, likes to make jokes about how his wife doesn’t allow him to watch football on Sundays, even though he loves football.  He laughs after he makes such statements, as if it’s somehow “cool” that he allows his wife to tell him what he can and cannot do.  He also quips on Fridays that he has no idea what’s in store for him over the weekend, until he “checks with the boss.”  Effectively, he’s not allowed to make the plans, deferring that responsibility to his wife.

Thad has got himself a mommy wife, a woman that serves as both a man’s (a grown ass man mind you) mother and fuck partner.  In a nutshell, a mommy that he can also fuck.

Women don’t consciously play into this role, but fuck, someone has to lead the relationship, so they have to step up to the plate or else it turns into a bunch of retards trying to hump a door knob.  Imagine an endless dialog of:

  • Person 1:  ”What do you want to do tonight?”
  • Person 2:  ”I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
  • Person 1:  ”I don’t care, whatever you do.”
  • Person 2:  ”Well, what do you want to do?”

And on, and on, and on.  If no one takes the leader role, then this is their fate.

It’s disgusting to see a man forcing a woman into this role, because it’s not their role to take on.  We (men) have been raised, within the last half century or so, to tip toe around women’s emotions.  In other words, AVOID MAKING THEM UPSET IN ANY WAY.  I learned from my dad and the women who pretty much raised me, in school, family, and neighborhood.  We’ve come to fear an upset woman, and when we stumble upon one, or say or do something “stupid” that sets her off, well, then we have to fix it (or just run the fuck way, apologizing profusely with our tail tucked between our legs protecting our imaginary balls).

Thad has learned the best way to avoid saying or doing anything “stupid” is to not say or do anything at all.  That way he avoids the whole upset woman conundrum that most wussy boys fear being a part of.  He can sit back, suck his thumb, let his wife run the relationship, while he turns on autopilot, settles for whatever she gives him, and has every decision regarding his daily, weekly, monthly, yearly life made by his fuckable mommy.  He removes his balls and spine, the keys to his masculinity, and hands them over to her.

But she doesn’t want them.

The ironic thing of this whole situation is that the woman becomes more resentful of the role she’s having to take on.  Early in the relationship, it’s no big deal (mostly), but as it progresses, she’ll become more and more bitter.  But she’ll resist any attempt the man makes at taking back his balls and spine.  Why?  Because it is her nature to.  It is her way of testing his fortitude, his manliness, his leadership abilities, his confidence.  It is the man’s responsibility to be the rock solid leader of the relationship, and allow the woman to decide if she wants to follow or not.  It’s not about control, it’s about exercising the natural dominant-submissive dynamic.

Thad, in this extremely realistic hypothetical, has taken on the submissive role and forced his wife into the dominant role.  This may work in some relationships, if the man is naturally submissive and the woman is naturally dominant.  But this creates friction in most relationships, and leaves poor Thad scratching his head wondering what he did “wrong.”  When his wife is in a good mood and happy, Thad is equally happy and content.  When his wife is pissed, sad, or angry, Thad gets anxious, and his mind starts churning to discover a way to get her back to normal (but it’s not really about getting her back to even, it’s about quelling his own anxiety).