Shadowsdream
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curiousjen said:I have really enjoyed this thread, and people have described so perceptively the issues surrounding this experience, and (as usual!) its really got me thinking about my relationship with Owen.
Owen is a master of "cold eyes" which isn't a phrase he would necessarily use- he calls it his family stare. All the males in his family have very intense eyes, and when he was a boy his grandfather and father taught him how to use his eyes to his advantage, how to pour his expressions into his eyes and control a situation instantly. In a sense, I guess what they were really doing was sowing within him the seeds of his domination- they certainly are a family of dominants (family get togethers can be rather intense affairs!!!).
He has big blue eyes, which can be a deep rich colour and full of compassion and joy, but when he's annoyed, upset, frustrated, or exasperated, I know about it instantly and notice subtle colour changes and glints and textures with his eyes.
Like many here, the look of coldness is one which fills me with intense trepidation and dread. I would do *anything* to avoid that look. He has only used it on one occasion. The reason he used it is because we were having an argument, which is a rare thing in itself. Now we were arguing about something very trivial (about whether or not tuna was better with or without mayonnaise if I remember rightly ) but I have a horrible habit from childhood that in an argument if I feel threatened, I go straight for my "opponents" Achilles heel. So if they are fat, I will call them a fat cow. Or if they are slow brained, I will call them stupid. It is an uncharacteristically nasty part of my personality that I have really struggled with over the years, and Owen has really worked with me to overcome this. On this occasion though, I said something really horrible that I *knew* would tear him apart- I don't even want to repeat in now because I still feel horrible when I think about it.
He just stood there, and then gave me this look- one that I had never seen before. Well, it was like hell had frozen over in his eyes. That’s all I can say. He just gave me the look and walked out the room. That’s all he had to do.
I must have cried for hours. It tore me to pieces. I cried and pulled my hair and threw things around the room. I was pretty much hysterical. I had never seen that look, and it was just the amount of distance I felt between us in that instant that hurt so much, we are usually so entwined but he felt a million miles away- unreachable.
I was scared to approach him to apologise, which is very unusual for me (I apologise at the drop of a hat) It was just a very alien feeling.
Of course I did apologise and the warmth flooded back into his eyes. I have never felt so much relief, as I did when he "returned to normal".
I don't exactly live in fear of that look- consciously at least, but when I think of it I get anxious. He is a fair man though, and I think he would be reluctant to use the look again, after seeing how it affected me, although I'm in no doubt that he would, if he deemed it necessary.
Bravo for explaining how you arrived at earning the "Look" that caused you to evaluate that negative side of you that Owen was not going to deal with in argument this time. Even though you found it to be a devastating experience it did not lessen your respect or love for Him but did give you a new understanding of how far it was wise to go in a trivial argument. In the long run the negative was turned into a positive which is generally the hope of the Dominant.