Melissa Chapman says;
Trash talking our spouse is bad.
Here is what she said;
When I first got married I had a lot of fire in my belly. And I will even admit that I was immature. I had no real
understanding of what being married entailed. I still thought of myself as an individual and not as a partner in both good and bad with this person who I now called my husband. I mean rationally I knew once married we were inextricably linked to one another but emotionally I was still very much
wrapped up in my own stuff and in my own space.
In those early years of marriage we fought a lot. And, despite cringing as I write this, I remember arguing with my husband in public, in front of our family and friends. And, yes, I even remember cavalierly throwing out my complaints about him, his flaws and just my general displeasure with certain of his
behaviors — without ever considering the repercussions of doing so. I naively assumed I should be able to voice my
feelings when and where I chose and that when I insulted him or trash talked him — I was just doing what so many
wives had done before me — lamenting my woe-is-me-my- husband-is-a-blockhead tales. Of course my husband
NEVER returned the favor. He never aired any of his grievances about me — and believe me he had many — when
we were in the company of others. It took me several months to finally get that my behavior was not empowering but actually incredibly detrimental to this person who was now known to others as my better half, and each time I put him down and belittled him, I was also trash talking myself.
I remember being out with a bunch of other couples and sitting there and listening to one of the women full on ranting about how inept her husband was when it came to managing
their finances. As she essentially raked him over the coals for all of us to witness, I was humiliated. Not for this poor man, but for my own husband who I just then realized had at
times gotten the same treatment from me. It was so demeaning it made me physically ache for the pain I’d caused
him. I’m not sure what my endgame ever was, in trash talking my husband — other than for those few brief moments it was a way for me to selfishly let out pent up resentment I’d felt about him and perhaps I thought my audience would side with me and reassure me that, yes, marriage sucked, husbands suck and I was right. Thinking back on it, and especially on the specific situation of that woman reaming out her husband, all I remember was how horrified and uncomfortable it made me feel — for him and for her. The one question that kept running through my mind
was, “why are you telling us all this private stuff that should be reserved for you and your husband to work out in the privacy of your own home?”
And this is how I felt last night watching a reality show, as one of the women, after being under the influence of some major red wine truth serum, let her lips flap quite loosely
about how inept and immature her husband was. All I could think was, “I wish she would just excuse herself and go to sleep. I wish she would stop talking because those words
once out can never be taken back, and if I had two reasons for her as to why trash talking her man was a bad idea these are the things I would tell her:”
1. Anything you say can and will be used against you. Your husband will store all these negative comments and will dredge them up every chance he gets. He will hold a grudge against you in regards to the comments, and they will forever be a part of your martial tapestry.
2. Trash talking the man you live with, the one you have to sleep with, share a bed with, the one who takes out the
garbage, who snakes the sewer drain, who slays the bugs and
gets up in the middle of the night to check the children out — He is not going to be too keen on doing any of these things once he realizes that you
have chosen to harp on the stuff he doesn’t do as opposed to appreciating the stuff he DOES DO. In other words, get ready to start slaying your own bugs and hauling out your own garbage for a while. In other words don’t shit where you eat.