Marital Communication: Demystifying 'Wife-Speak'
- Nancy C. Anderson Contributing Writer
- 2005 7 Jul
After 27 years of marriage, I've discovered some of the secret passageways between women’s words and men's ears. These four communication techniques have helped my husband and I understand each other. We have demystified some of our differences.
Room for Vent
I tend to think aloud. I use my words to help me sort out my thoughts and decide how I feel about something. Sometimes I don't want a solution; I just want to vent.
For some reason this makes my husband, Ron, uncomfortable because he wants to fix it, forget it, and move on. I like to take a long hot bath in my problems before I even think about solving them.
When we were first married, we moved into a new neighborhood and began attending a new church. I was almost friendless because I was shy and waiting for a warm and wonderful woman to approach me with a sign on her forehead that read "Friend of Nancy's." She hadn't yet appeared, so I wanted to share my feelings with Ron, "I'm lonely. I wish I had a girlfriend."
Ron, with the best of intentions, started to help me solve my problem. He gave me a lecture titled Friendship 101. The Bible says, "In order to have a friend you must be a friend. What have you done to be friendly?" Then he got out a legal pad and a wide-tipped Sharpie and wrote in block letters, "Nancy's Friendship Goals." Next, he started to draw a flow chart. He was befuddled when I started to cry and said, "I don't want a diagram. I want a friend!"
Now if I just want to vent, I tell Ron ahead of time. He's even learned to ask me, "Do you want my advice or just my ear?" What a guy. I think I'll keep him!
Want to Please Me? Don't Tease Me!
Many couples tease each other, and if you can keep it friendly, it might be fun. If, however, your humor is at someone else's expense, it's too costly. My husband is a funny guy. When we met, he was performing stand-up comedy in Los Angeles clubs like the Improv and the Comedy Store. He even took joke-writing classes from professional comedians like Steve Martin and had a one-on-one lesson from Bill Cosby.
He was always looking for a laugh. So when I ruined a meal or gained weight, he thought of it as new comedy material. I thought his comments were insulting and cruel. We had some of our biggest fights about his definition of humor. After I explained how much it hurt me, he stopped making my butt the butt of his jokes. He's still funny, and we often write comedy scripts for Christian plays. But now, we share the same rule: cruel personal insults are not funny.
Be Specific -- Be Heard
A few years ago, I hit on a principle that’s saved us from hundreds of misunderstandings and arguments.
One afternoon I was frantically cleaning the house for our son Nick's birthday party. Ron was sitting in the den reading the newspaper. "Will you please pick up those papers," I asked, "and sweep the front steps? They'll be here soon!"
"Uh..." he grunted, without looking up.
"I'll take that as a yes," I shouted as I sprinted upstairs to fix my hair and make-up.
Twenty-five minutes later, I looked out the window, and saw a guest's car in the driveway. "They're here!"
I heard Ron bustling around in the den as he jumped up from his chair, shoved the papers into the wastebasket, and zipped to the front door with the broom. He was sweeping the porch steps as our guests walked up the sidewalk!
He had no idea why I was upset. Later, when our guests left, I said, "Why didn't you do what I asked you to do?"
He said, "I did!"
"But you did it when our company was in the driveway!"
"Yeah...so?" You didn't say when to do it.
He was right -- I didn't. I had the expectation that he’d do it as soon as I asked, but I wasn't specific on my timeframe. Here's a news flash. Your spouse can't read your mind!
Now I ask, "Can you do this by 6:00?" or "Will you be able to have this done by Tuesday?" If he can't do it, he'll tell me, and then I can either do it myself or make other arrangements.
Hint and Miss
Another way I drove Ron crazy was to hint at something and then throw a fit because he didn't get the hint. For example, one warm, sunny day as we drove by a Baskin Robbins Ice Cream store I said, "I love lemon sherbet."
He just kept driving. How dare him! I guess he didn't know that my hint meant, "Stop the car. I want some ice cream!"
My girlfriend Tonya would have understood the hint and said, "Good idea. Let's get some!" But Ron was oblivious. He thought I meant just what I said. go figure.
Men rarely hint because they've learned to ask for what they want. If women would stop the "hint-speak" and ask for what we want, we'd be much more likely to get it.
These changes didn't take place overnight. I think the issues related to teasing took several years to resolve. If I can see that Ron is making an effort, then I give him some room to fail occasionally. If I went "postal" on him each time he forgot, he'd get discouraged and stop trying.
So as you see your mate start to develop new positive patterns, encourage him or her, and be willing to overlook an occasional slip. Be sure to verbalize your praise and notice when your spouse does it RIGHT. Your marriage will grow sweeter as you have less conflict and more understanding and patience.
"Husbands, likewise, dwell with them [wives] with understanding." ~ 1st Peter 3:7
Adapted from Avoiding the Greener Grass Syndrome: How to Grow Affair Proof Hedges Around Your Marriage (Kregel Publications 2004)
Nancy C. Anderson and her husband of 27 years, live in Orange County, California with their teenage son. If you would like more information about Nancy's book, affair proofing your marriage, or the Andersons speaking at your couples' event, visit www.RonAndNancyAnderson.com.
Read more articles by author Nancy C. Anderson:
The Warning Signs of Infidelity
"Small Stuff" Can Ruin Our Families
Forgiving the Unforgivable: Adultery
Five Creative Dates for Couples
Have You Lost that Lovin' Feelin'?
Can a Christian Marriage Survive an Affair?
Avoid the 'Greener Grass' Syndrome: Water Your Own Marriage
Is Your Home a Danger Zone for Your Marriage?
The Parable of the Coffee Filter