Ever since our talk not too long ago, things have been changing. It's like a switch was flipped inside of Steve when I told him that the HoH I had imagined and tried to mold him into wasn't exactly the HoH I needed. Now it seems he's made it his life goal to become the HoH that I need.
But change does not come without some growing pains. I've got spanked quite a bit lately. Things that before he was content to let slide by are now being dealt with. Rules are being enforced. Lines are being drawn in the sand. I even got spanked over a safety issue, the first time that's ever happened.
The changes in Steve go beyond just enforcing rules and spanking more though. He's more attentive. He's opening doors for me, a little thing but something he knows I like. When we've had to go out, he's offered his arm for support since I'm hobbling around on a sprained ankle right now (which is what resulted in the spanking over safety). He's showing appreciation for the little things I do that normally go unnoticed.
He checks in with me frequently. As soon as he sees I'm getting quiet, he's right there asking what's wrong. He won't let me brush him off by saying that I'm fine or building a wall to hide behind. He pushes until I tell him what's going on in my head. Then we talk about it or, if talking doesn't seem to be working, he gives a few swats to get things back on an even keel.
He even stood up to his dad on my behalf. For nearly as long as we've been married, Steve's dad has carried on a campaign that I should be working. When they were talking the other night and his dad brought up the topic for the umpteenth time, Steve told him flat out that he liked me being home for our daughter and for him.
In hindsight, I wonder if he would have got to this point a lot faster if I had just left him alone in the beginning. I'm not sure. In the beginning, he wasn't too confident in himself as a HoH. Maybe he needed all the ups and downs of the last year and a half to get to this point.