I’m mulling the whole shit test thing and may decide to call bullshit on it, unless we’re talking about the broken girls and their broken men. Because - newsflash - men do wacky shit, too, that tests the limits of their partner’s patience and sometimes results in something along the lines of “I need you to look at me and hear me. This ends now.”
An example would be raised voice at the grocery store maybe last year or the year before. It had happened a couple of times previously. I was talking about making enchiladas, my friend Tara’s mom’s recipe, which is excellent. For reasons unclear to me I’d never made them before for husband. So he asks if there are beans in them, I say refried, and he starts going on and on about “authentic” enchiladas and what they need. The recipe does call for black beans, but I’m funny about beans. Anyway, I offer that perhaps he should try the things before he lays out his objections, as they are beloved by all, including native Texans. And his mood gets kind of shitty and he digs in, getting louder and edging toward insulting. Now we’re getting looks, so I ask him to stop yelling at me, to which he responds that if he were yelling, I’d know it. A lady gave me sympathy/concern eyebrows, and I finally extracted myself from the conversation, we paid, and left.
In the car I notified him that this was 100% unacceptable. I work as a therapist in this community and I don’t care how deeply you feel about enchiladas, YOU DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME LIKE THAT IN PUBLIC. He starts to argue/defend, and I told him to look at me and understand very clearly that if I tell him he’s yelling, I don’t care what he wants to talk about or whether he feels he’s yelling, I need him to simply stop. Just STFU. Period.
We butt heads a lot, but usually it’s friendly banter that ends with one of us saying “I’m just saying,” and the other announcing that they’re just saying, too. Cheerful and fun and people generally smile and very often join in. Good energy. Just occasionally it turns into bad energy. But I don’t assume he’s subconsciously trying to manipulate me into a smack-down to make sure I’m a fit partner.
Different but similar: my husband is generally really even tempered and cheery, but he goes through brief spells of seeming like he’s imprisoned by his life. Like he doesn’t want any of this - a wife, the house, the family - he just wants to live in a cabin in the woods by himself and not be bothered. I think of it as the call of the wild. My challenge is to not become reactive and withdraw, feeling rejected. Maybe next time I’ll inform him that I’m going to have to power fuck him, and ask him to go lay on the bed. 