"Fighting For My Wife" - Timothy Willard

It takes a real man to accept the fact that the enemy will constantly be on his coattail veering him away from the most important things in his life. This man is truly an inspiration that attests to the fact that there are men out there who will fight alongside the good Lord for their other half, no matter how hard it will be. If this isn't a light at the end of the tunnel for broken women, I don't know what is. Marriage goals at its finest. How sexy it is for a man to even speak this way about his woman, it's unreal. The Lord says He will make it happen in His time. He also says your soul mate will not be one who shares himself with both you and other women. -C.Walker

Fighting For My Wife

By Timothy Willard

The enemy hates marriage. 

Last week a friend texted and asked, “Did you hear about Lysa Terkeurst? So sad.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about so I quickly Googled it. Lysa lives here in Charlotte and runs Proverbs 31 Ministries.

When I found her site, I read the post to which my friend was referring. My heart sank. Lysa informed the public that she “had decided to separate from him [her husband] and pursue a divorce." 

Her husband, Art, was “repeatedly unfaithful” to her and was caught in substance abuse. As a man, my heart sank even lower. 

I texted my friend: "Bro, the enemy prowls...This is a call to fight for our wives; to love big.”

Then, I thought of my own heart. And how the enemy prowls. And how we are all of us (men and women) susceptible to waywardness and the passions. 

So, I scratched down a few vows for myself, as a man who does his best to love his wife and lead his three little pixies in the way Everlasting. I share them with you as kind of a “family memo.” You are, after all, my brothers and sisters.

My heart breaks for Christian marriage. But I realize the best thing I can do to help it is to do my best to keep God at the center of it, and my affections where they need to be. 

So, I vow...

• To love big, and stay small; doing what I need to do to keep the humility of Christ ever in my heart.

• To get off my devices and be present for my wife and children.

• To let her see me turn away from images I know my heart can’t handle.

• To guard my heart, for it is the wellspring of life.

• To get into the wilderness regularly. Not just with dudes, but with God.

• To seek quiet, stillness, and solitude; to let it breathe through me and into my household.

• To show my wife the value in a good fire, a yummy s’more and a terrifying ghost story.

• To not give into the rat-race of busy-ness, and to be home; not just sitting around, but doing, building, playing, laughing, failing, singing, cooking and loving.

• To work harder at being a husband and dad than I do at my job.

• To let the blows of God mold me. For when I am in his hands, I am my best self.

• To make play with my wife more important than watching football.

• To never let my mind get weak for the amusement and entertainment the world flings at me on an hourly basis.

• To be active in my church.

• To spiritually pastor and lead my household by initiating times of prayer, Bible reading, and worship.

• To let praise, to God and to my wife be ever on my lips.

• To try new things so that I will never stagnate.

• To give my wife every opportunity to shine: in her home, in front of her daughters, in front of her friends, in front of her parents.

• To buy her that expensive chair, and then sit with her in quiet, reading, praying and dreaming.

• To defer whatever power I might think I have to God and to my wife.

• To not fuss over things that do not matter. Like where we eat after church or what should hang on the wall or what movie to watch.

• To live as a shield for my wife; to take on pain so she won’t have to.

• To let my wife know I live, laugh, and sleep with the real Wonder Woman.

• To empower my wife’s gifts with my own.

• To let her see me cry.

• To kiss her just because.

• To kiss her again, just because.

• To be honest, to seek the truth, but always with a spirit of love and encouragement.

• To have the French Press hot when she walks down the stairs.

• To let her know how much I learn from her.

• To rub her arm in church.

• To confess to her during communion.

• To speak to her with a heavenly tone and with words that make the angels cry with jealousy.

• To be a warrior-poet for her by setting standards by warding off culture’s constant voice with the sword of my imagination, and by winning the fight for her heart with a holiness I seek like silver.

• To YAWP for my wife; in triumph, in pain, in ecstasy, so we never forget the ferocity of life and the God who makes it so.

• To die. To myself. To my passions. To my lust. Over and over. As many times as it takes. 

Why Weak Men Can't Handle a Strong Woman

{Blog contains slight profanity.}

It's a known fact: Weak men simply can't handle a strong and vibrant, badass woman. This may make you lose hope in your ability to find someone, but it shouldn't. If anything, this great tool we possess should be used to sift through the low-life cheating assholes of the world and find someone who actually compliments and shares our great strength and stability.

Let me just give you a few reasons why I believe the weakest of men (or should I say little "boys") fall short in their relationship with fabulous women like us!

Number 1:  We Are Intimidating AF

Sister, women like us do not need or depend on a male counterpart for support. Financially and beyond, we pick ourselves up and have learned to thrive without counting on a man to hold us up. Back in the past age, men were viewed as "Alphas" of the pack. This has resulted in most men lacking the ability to see himself and a woman on equal terms in a relationship. They either demand to hold the reins or they just can't hang; #weakness at it's finest.

Number 2:  We Attract Attention

Being the diamonds that we are, we shine quite brightly because we are the shit. It's not our fault that people notice. Our intelligence and self-confidence draw the attention of everyone, and this causes competition with these weak boys due to their low self-esteem. No matter how hard they try, our natural ability to outshine them defeats their efforts, and they soon begin to resent us.

Number 3:  We Aren't Afraid To Voice Our Opinions

We know what we want, and we know what it takes to make it happen. Communication is what we thrive on. We are clear and precise about our needs and wants, and if we have to be a loud bitch, then so fucking be it. Get over it. Weak men can't handle this type of straight-to-the-point behavior because typically, they have to use manipulation and boyish games to obtain their desires.

Number 4:  We Reflect Their Shortcomings With Our Strengths

Our ruthless ability to not only stand up for ourselves in an argument but also assert our point of view in a crystal clear manner while maintaining our strength is not intended to be outdone or overlooked. This combination would seem to be something that is admired, however, it only highlights their weaknesses and shows even more of our never ending independence...which is something they completely lack. So in the end, weak men feel defeated by us.

Number 5:  We Fucking Love Ourselves

Being the weaklings that they are, they depend on their female counterpart to 'need' them. Something inside of them thrives on us feeling weak and helpless so that they can come to the rescue whenever it suits them. They have to feel like they can make us feel better about ourselves. Note: we feel amazing with or without your sorry cheating ass. With us strong women, we already know what we bring to the table, and we love every ounce our ourselves...even our darkest parts, thank you. We don't need to be rescued by some weak-ass man wannabe, and while we appreciate when you compliment us on our inner and outer beauty, we already fucking know this. And surprisingly, something about this trait we possess never sits well with weak men.

Number 6:  We Can Do Better Than Them

We can do so much better, and weak men with low self-esteem already know this. That is why in many relationships involving a weak asshole, the phrases "I don't deserve you" or "You could do better" continuously get brought up. Anytime a man says this in a relationship, please know that it is absolutely 100% the truth. They know where they lack. And deep down, the women that we are, we only bring the truth to light with our awesomeness.

Number 7:  We Don't Need Them, and They Know It

Perhaps the hardest and most terrifying idea for a weak man to grasp is the thought that at any given moment, we could leave their sorry ass and never look back. The idea that we are with them only because it enriches our lives at that particular moment in time scares the shit out of them, because they have to continue making it worth our while day in and day out. Otherwise, we will move on to bigger and better simply because we can.

Number 8:  We Find Beauty In Everything

Weak men typically wallow in sadness and fake pain and their behaviors typically demonstrate this to a tee. Jealousy, manipulation, cheating, lying...all normal behavior for weak men who only know endless negativity and crave constant attention. On the other hand, strong women are unwavering optimists who only see never ending opportunity ahead, and in a world like ours, well, everything is beautiful. The weak men in our lives do not find this palatable, because birds of a feather do indeed flock together, and we are far superior to them in every way.

Number 9:  We Have Infectious Badassery and They Can't Keep Up

Our strength is inspirational to those around us and it makes us a magnet to those who share our strength and intelligence. Unfortunately, this leaves weak men to always struggle to grab hold of the spotlight and eventually, they will be left in the darkness that they created. Our genuine inner strength and beauty will always guide us past those that hold us down, and weak men can't stand the fact that we are simply better than them in every aspect of life...even when it comes to career opportunities.

In closing, let me reiterate: We don't need your scandalous cheating ass...you need us. You need our stability, you need our brains; you need our nurturing ways, and in a way, you need our financial smarts. Sad thing is, you were never taught to work for what you want. Therefore, you will always end up with exactly what you deserve.

A Narcissist's "I Love You"

We're all familiar with this type of love. However, most of us hang on and hang on just a little while longer praying it turns into the real thing and hoping our partner will eventually see how much we love them. All the while, their love is not even close to comparing with ours. But we still hope, and we always will.

Your feeling of being alone has just begun...

A Narcissist's "I love you"

Dear Co-dependent Partner,

What I’m about to say is not something I’d ever say or admit (to you), because to do so would end the winner-takes-all-game that is my main source of pleasure in life - one that effectively keeps you carrying my load in our relationship. 

And that’s the whole point.

When I say “I love you”, I mean that I love how hard you work to make me feel like your everything, that I am the focus of your life, that you want me to be happy, and that I’ll never be expected to do the same.

I love the power I have to take advantage of your kindness and intentions to be nice, and the pleasure I derive when I make myself feel huge in comparison to you, taking every opportunity to make you feel small and insignificant.

I love the feeling it gives me thinking of you as weak, vulnerable, emotionally fluffy, and I love looking down on you for your childlike innocence and gullibility, as weakness.

I love the way I feel knowing that, through the use of gaslighting, what you want to discuss or address will never happen, and I love this “power” to train you to feel “crazy” for even asking or bringing up issues that don’t interest me, effectively, ever lowering your expectations of me and what I’m capable of giving you, while I up mine of you.

I love how easy it is to keep your sole focus on alleviating my pain (never yours!), and that, regardless what you do, you’ll never make me feel good enough, loved enough, respected enough, appreciated enough, and so on. (Misery loves company.)

(It’s not about the closeness, empathy, emotional connection you want, or what I did that hurt or embarrassed you, or how little time I spend engaged with you, and so on. It’s about my status and doing my job to keep you in your place, in pain, focused on feeling my pain, blocking you from feeling valued in relation to me. I’m superior and entitled to all the pleasure, admiration, and comforting between us, remember?)

“I love you” means I love the way I feel when you are with me, more specifically, regarding you as a piece of property I own, my possession. Like driving a hot car, I love the extent to which you enhance my status in the eyes of others, letting them know that I’m top dog, and so on. I love thinking others are jealous of my possessions.

I love the power I have to keep you working hard to prove your love and devotion, wondering what else you need to do to “prove” your loyalty.

“I love you” means I love the way I feel when I’m with you. Due to how often I hate and look down on others in general, the mirror neurons in my brain keep me constantly experiencing feelings of self-loathing; thus, I love that I can love myself through you, and also love hating you for my “neediness” of having to rely on you or anyone for anything.

I love that you are there to blame whenever I feel this “neediness”; feeling scorn for you seems to protect me from something I hate to admit, that I feel totally dependent on you to “feed” my sense of superiority and entitlement, and to keep my illusion of power alive in my mind.

(Nothing makes me feel more fragile and vulnerable than not having control over something that would tarnish my image and superior status, such as when you question “how” I treat you, as if you still don’t understand that getting you to accept yourself as an object for my pleasure, happy regardless of how I treat you, or the children  — is key proof of my superiority, to the world. You’re my possession, remember? It’s my job to teach you to hate and act calloused toward those “crazy” things that only “weak” people need, such as “closeness” and “emotional stuff;” and by the way, I know this “works” because my childhood taught me to do this to myself inside.)

It makes me light up with pleasure (more proof of my superiority) that I can easily get you flustered, make you act “crazy” over not getting what you want from me, make you repeat yourself, and say and do things that you’ll later hate yourself for (because of your “niceness”!). Everything you say, any hurts or complaints you share, you can be sure, I’ll taunt you with later, to keep you ever-spinning your wheels, ever trying to explain yourself, ever doubting yourself and confused, trying to figure out why I don’t “get” it.

(There’s nothing to get! To break the code, you’d have to look through my lens, not yours! It’s my job to show complete disinterest in your emotional needs, hurts, wants, and to train, dismiss and punish accordingly, until you learn your “lesson,” that is: To take your place as a voiceless object, a possession has no desire except to serve my pleasure and comfort, and never an opinion on how it's treated!)

(That you can’t figure this out, after all the ways I’ve mistreated you, to me, is proof of my genetic superiority. In my playbook, those with superior genes are never kind, except to lure and snare their victims!)

I love that I can make you feel insecure at the drop of a hat, especially by giving attention to other women (perhaps also others in general, friends, family members, children, etc. … the list is endless). What power this gives me to put a display of what you don’t get from me, to taunt and make you beg for what I easily give to others, wondering why it’s so easy to give what you want to others, to express feelings or affection, to give compliments, that is, when it serves my pleasure (in this case, to watch you squirm).

I love the power I have to get you back whenever you threaten to leave, by throwing a few crumbs your way, and watching how quickly I can talk you into trusting me when I turn on the charm, deceiving you into thinking, this time, I’ll change.

“I love you” means I need you because, due to the self-loathing I carry inside, I need someone who won’t abandon me that I can use as a punching bag, to make myself feel good by making them feel bad about themselves. (This is how I pleasure myself, and the way I numb, deny the scary feelings I carry inside that I hope to never admit, ever. I hate any signs of weakness in me, which is why I hate you, and all those I consider inferior, stupid, feeble, and so on.)

“I love you” means that I love fixing and shaping your thoughts and beliefs, being in control of your mind, so that you think of me as your miracle and savior, a source of life and sustenance you depend on, and bouncing back to, like gravity, no matter how high you try to fly away or jump.

I love that this makes me feel like a god, to keep you so focused (obsessed…) with making me feel worshiped and adored, sacrificing everything for me to prove yourself so that I don’t condemn you, seeking to please none other, and inherently, with sole rights to administer rewards and punishments as I please.

I love how I can use my power to keep you down, doubting and second-guessing yourself, questioning your sanity, obsessed with explaining yourself to me (and others), professing your loyalty, wondering what’s wrong with you (instead of realizing that … you cannot make someone “happy” who derives their sense of power and pleasure from feeling scorn for others … and you!).

“I love you” means I love the way I feel when I see myself through your admiring eyes, that you’re my feel-good drug, my dedicated audience, my biggest fan and admirer, and so on. You, and in particular, your looking up to me, unquestionably, as your never-erring, omniscient, omnipotent source of knowledge is my drug of choice. (You may have noticed how touchy I am at any signs of being questioned; yes, I hate how fragile I feel at any sign of thinking that you, or the world, could judge me as having failed to keep my possessions in line.)

And I love that, no matter how hard you beg and plead for my love and admiration, to feel valued in return, it won’t happen, as long as I’m in control. Why would I let it, when I’m hooked on deriving pleasure from depriving you of anything that would be wind beneath your wings, risking you’d fly away from me? It gives me great pleasure to not give you what you yearn for, the tenderness you need and want, and to burst your every dream and bubble, then telling myself, “I’m no fool.”

I love that I can control your attempts to get “through” to me, by controlling your mind, in particular, by shifting the focus of any “discussion” onto what is wrong with you, your failure to appreciate and make me feel loved, good enough — and of course, reminding you of all I’ve done for you, and how ungrateful you are.

I love how I skillfully manipulate others’ opinions of you as well, getting them to side with me as the “good” guy, and side against you as the “bad” guy, portraying you as needy, never satisfied, always complaining, selfish and controlling, and the like.

I love how easy it is for me to say “No!” to what may provide you a sense of value and significance in relation to me, with endless excuses, and that I instead keep your focus on my needs and wants, my discomforts or pain.

I love feeling that I own your thoughts, your ambitions, and ensuring your wants and needs are solely focused on not upsetting me, keeping me happy.

I love being a drug of choice you “have to” have, regardless of how I mistreat you, despite all the signs that your addiction to me is draining the energy from your life, that you are at risk of losing more and more of what you most value, and hold dear, to include the people you love, and those who love and support you.

I love that I can isolate you from others who may nourish you, and break the spell, and I love making you mistrust them so that you conclude no one else really wants to put up with you, but me.

I love that I can make you feel I’m doing you a favor by being with you and throwing crumbs your way. Like a vacuum, the emptiness inside me is in constant need of sucking the life and breath and vitality you bring to my life, which I crave like a drug that can never satisfy, that I fight to hoard, and hate the thought of sharing.

While I hate you and my addiction to your caring attention, my neediness keeps me craving to see myself through your caring eyes, ever ready to admire, adore, forgive, make excuses for me, and fall for my lies and traps.

I love that you keep telling me how much I hurt you, not knowing that, to me, this is like a free marketing report, which lets me know how effective my tactics have been to keep you in pain, focused on alleviating my pain - so that I am ever the winner in this competition - ensuring that you never weaken (control) me with your love and emotional closeness stuff.

In short, when I say “I love you,” I love the power I have to remain a mystery that you’ll never solve because of what you do not know (and refuse to believe), that: the only one who can win this zero-sum-winner-takes-all game is the one who knows “the rules.” My sense of power rests on ensuring you never succeed at persuading me to join you in creating a mutually-kind relationship because, in my worldview, being vulnerable, emotionally expressive, kind, caring, empathetic, innocent are signs of weakness, proof of inferiority.

Thanks, but no thanks, I’m resolved to stay on my winner-takes-all ground, ever in competition for the prize, gloating in my narcissistic ability to be heartless, callous, cold, calculating … and proud, to ensure my neediness for a sense of superiority isn’t hampered.

Forever love-limiting,

Your Narcissist

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Athena Staik, Ph.D.