Once, when my husband was out of town, a male friend of ours called, and I offered to meet him for breakfast. Then I told my husband about it. He was fine with our plan, and when I added that I wouldn’t have the friend over while I was home alone as it didn’t seem proper, he laughed, but I know he appreciated my actions. A new neighbor asked my husband if she could see the view from the deck of our house. Out of respect for me, he told her we’d invite her over when I returned home.
Even when we were dating, a group of guys at his office planned to go out for dinner to a place that was known for its scantily-clad waitresses. My then-boyfriend declined, saying “I don’t think Maria would like that.” “She won’t know,” they said, but my knight-in-shining armor told them “She might not know, but I would.”
This may sound silly to others, but it makes sense to me. Treating each other with respect elevates our relationship. I’m happy to have an intelligent, loving man who respects me, and I’m honored to be his wife. The marriage is something we both protect and defend. I would never do anything to make my husband feel jealous or less than number one in my life. He has proven himself to me over and over with his actions and in turn, I vow to do the same for him.
We Treat Each Other With Respect