I'm not sure what started it. But I suspect it had something to do with this one book I'd read a few years back. I'm not saying the author intended to communicate this message, but it's certainly what I concluded.
If I wanted to be a a good wife -- a biblical wife? Then I needed to tone it down a bit.
Okay, a lot.
I needed to swallow it, hold it back, and keep it down. I was far too intense for my own good. Or at least for my husband's good.
So I started this new, radical campaign. I didn't even tell my husband what I was up to, but decided that from then on, I was going to mellow out. Keep it quiet.
Now for those of you who know me, you probably find that rather funny. You can't even hardly picture it.
But I really did try.
And I kept it going fairly well ... until one day when we were discussing a certain subject while standing by the piano -- a subject that I felt, ahem, passionate about. And suddenly, I couldn't take it any longer.
I nearly shouted, "I JUST CAN'T DO THIS."
"Do what??" his eyebrows raised.
"I can't simply keep my mouth shut and not express all that I'm thinking or feeling!" I was practically shaking with frustration.
[Read the rest of the article at The Time-Warp Wife.]