I used to do this all the time with my husband and, to be honest, I hated myself for it. I LOVED my husband! He was a great husband! He is a good provider, an AWESOME dad ( I mean he will play for hours, read a book, give a bath, change a diaper, give medicine, put them to bed - litterally anything I can do, he will do). He loves me to pieces and thinks I am beautiful, he never looks at other women, he will literally give me what I ask for to the point that I won't ask because he will do it even if he shouldn't.
I don't say all this to brag. I say this to point out that I had absolutely NO reason to be upset or cold to him. I would miss him all day! I couldn't wait until I saw him in the evening. Then he would walk in the door and I would just close up. I would get irritated over nothing.
I did a lot of soul searching and here is what I came up with for me:
I had a horrible experience in my first marriage. The "go to the battered women's shelter" kind of experience. And, while I knew him and loved him, I didn't trust him, not because of anything he did, but because marriage equalled being unsafe to me and subconsiously I felt I had put myself in an unsafe situation, so I was constantly on guard.
He was everything I wanted in a man. I had only had experience with losers. This guy is a winner. I had learned to have no expectations, which was fine, because if you expect nothing and you get nothing you aren't disappointed. I kept finding myself having expectations of him, and he met all of them. But, if he didn't then I was setting myself up to be HUGELY disappointed.
I was pushing him to see what it would take to make him change into the ugly person my first husband had been. Like a child who has been abused and tests authority constantly waiting for their foster parent or care giver to turn, I needed some kind of boundary. What was too much, when would it end and the "real" guy would come out?
I had to face my own demons. I had to see why I was so guarded, what was making me so angry, why I wasn't giving him what he needed and so obviously deserved. It really had nothing to do with him and everything to do with me. I was keeping myself to myself. Not giving the vulnerability of my unconditional love. It was fear and self preservation.
In admitting this to myself I was able to work through it all. I was able to see that I had nothing to fear. He was taking care of my heart and I didn't need to guard it so closely. At first I had to "fake till I made it." It was very uncomfortable to me to give myself to him in an emotional way. It was like I was embarassed! The more I did it, the easier it was. He was and is still that great guy. The sky has never fallen, and I am more than fine.
It saved my marriage, I am sure of it. And, it's made me a person I like so much more.
L.