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God mode: she would if she could.
It’s a sorry, all-too-common spectacle: hunched-over, browbeaten men being emasculated by their wives in a show of exhibitionism.
There’s no escape from this jazz.
I hear bits of domineering blather on street corners, through my window, in the supermarket, at backyard barbecues.
While these pathetic pack mule men are partially to blame for their plight, I can’t help but feel bad for them. At what point did they abandon so much self-respect that verbal floggings became normalized?
Here’s a gem from Craigslist, disclosing the perspective of a broken-spirited husband:
I married a control freak. She tries to dominate every aspect of my being. It makes my life miserable. I am seriously thinking of walking away from this train wreck. Here is a sample of my life with her. Last night we went out for dinner.
Control #1: I didn’t really want to go, because we have plenty of leftovers in the fridge. but she demanded we go. She got her way.
Control #2: I suggested we go out for burgers. She demanded we go out for chinese food. She got her way.
Control #3: “We” order a couple of things from the menu. By that I mean she ordered everything. I suggested I’d like sesame chicken. She turned me down. She insisted I get the shredded beef. Why she would dictate what I want is beyond me. Who acts that way?
Why did he run it past her? Oh yeah, his balls are stored in a mausoleum somewhere in San Marino. He needed to tell her what he was ordering, and not frame it as a question.
Control #4: I ordered a pepsi. She turns to the waiter and tells him to make it a coke. I ask why she does that, why she changes my order. She said because coke is better. I reminded her that it’s my choice what I like. She again said coke is better and changed the subject. It’s almost laughable how badly she behaves.
Every restaurant I’ve been to has either Coke or Pepsi, but not both. The waiter was probably shaking his head a bit when he walked away.
Control #5: The food arrives at the table. She removes the large serving spoons and put them on her far side so I can’t serve myself. She then doles the food onto our plates. Come on, she is sick in the head. She removed the serving spoons?????????
My guess: she is treating him like a child because she perceives him as an incompetent fool. In addition to being a shrew, she may have obsessive–compulsive disorder.
Control #6: I see another couple we know. I get up to say hello. My wife demands I sit down immediately and not say hello. They are my friends, I get up anyway.
Okay, so he’s not a total pussy.
Control #7: A few minutes later I’m back at our table. While I was gone she had the waiter pack up all the food in a doggie bag. I tell her I wasn’t done eating. She says I will continue eating at home.
Buddy paid the price for his non-compliance. He had to the audacity to direct his attention towards people other than her.
Here comes the pity party rant:
This is the disastrous life I share with my wife. She is sick in the head. She needs to control everything. If she can’t, she will make my existence miserable in other ways. We have been married for almost two years. No children. Could you imagine what she would do to children? I have been debating divorce in my head. It seemed too soon to throw in the towel after such a short marriage, but I’m thinking once we reach the two year mark, then time is up and I have to end this. It’s my fault I guess. I didn’t see the warning signs. She was of course unbelievably controlling over our wedding details. But I didn’t care. it was mostly her wedding. I won’t even tell you what happened when I wanted to buy a dirt bike. Let’s just say we ended up with patio furniture and a fountain. A damn fountain! And the sex? On Tuesday nights if she is not on her period, missionary position only, and as soon as I am done, I have to get a towel for her immediately. she lays there motionless. I dream about a girl I knew before her..we had a fight now and then but there was passion, and I am calling her as soon as this crap is over. I am dying to have a woman act like she is into it and wants to sit on top.But I didn’t put 2 and 2 together though and recognize this is the way she is in general. She’s a freak. I hate her. I hate our marriage. I wonder if she will pick my divorce lawyer for me…………
Control freak women are predators that prey on weak, submissive men. Their tactics alternate between shaming language to lower their victim’s self-esteem, and providing token emotional support so that the man in question becomes dependent on their approval.
The ultimate goal is to orchestrate his emotions. If he feels good, it’s because she has made him feel that way and not because he’s found inner happiness. If he feels down, it’s because he’s failed to comply with her wishes and thereby does not deserve a modicum of solace.