Not The Romantic Type, But I Do Have A Nice Ring And A Nice House

I fell into this relationship at work where I told him everything. It was like my day at confession. He heard what I told him, sometimes he offered comments, a couple of times he gave me advise . One time I told him that a friend had set me up with a date with a black man, a friend of her date. He looked at me and said 'don't go'.

My problem was if I went I was going against what he told me. If I didn't go, I was submitting to him. I didn't go, I found a lame excuse. I didn't tell him I didn't go, but I didn't tell him I did so he surmised I hadn't gone.

A few weeks later I had to ask him why he told me not to go. He said 'they have their women, we have our women'. I asked him if he thought of me as one of 'his women'. He answered, 'yes'.

After that I started to ask for permission. He usually asked me a couple of questions. Then I asked him if I could go with some of my friends to a beach party. He asked me a couple of questions 'who all is going' and 'how are you going to get there and back'. He listened and said 'no, don't think so'. I asked him if that was because I was 'his woman'. He looked at me and said 'yes'.

Now it was clear to me that I was his woman. I asked him if he intended to marry me. He asked me if that 'was necessary'. I said 'yes'.

So now I'm married and these questions and answers happen at home.