A couple of weeks ago, I had a few posts that were trending and I figured I’d share what happened.
I’m not going to go into details because I’m so embarrassed by what I did, but what happened is this.
In early February, a woman posted a photo of herself on the cover of Vanity Fair and it was accompanied by a tweet from her Twitter account that said, “My husband is so happy to see that he finally has a beautiful wife.”
I immediately responded, “It’s not his wife.
It’s his father-in-law, whom I married when I was 32.”
The tweet was retweeted more than 4,000 times.
Then, two days later, I got another message from her on Facebook: “I just wanted to let you know how proud I am to have you as a husband.
Your wife is the best.”
My husband is a former NFL player who has been married for 26 years.
We have two children.
When we got married, we had a great time and we had great sex.
We are both extremely blessed.
But after I posted this photo on social media, I immediately felt like an outcast because she was not my wife.
And it was very upsetting.
The reason I feel so bad about it is because I’ve seen people do the same thing to people.
When I’m on a plane and my wife is in the aisle, she’ll tell me, “You know what, I think you should be wearing a dress.”
I don’t care what you wear.
You have a beautiful body.
But if you’re wearing a suit, or a blazer, or some kind of fancy dress, you’re not my husband.
And that’s very, very upsetting to me.
The next thing I knew, I was inundated with messages from other women who felt the same way.
I had to respond to every single one of them.
What I was doing was wrong.
And what I was feeling was a lot of shame.
The women who wrote me back were very angry.
They told me they didn’t want to have to share their stories with their friends because they thought it would make their lives worse.
But I realized that the women who were saying they were ashamed didn’t realize how much shame they were causing their own spouses.
And I was shocked at what they were doing.
I was also shocked at the extent of it.
I didn’t understand what was going on.
I knew this woman was my wife, but I didn