My Wife Turns Violent Whenever I Say “I’m Tired”

Belinda and I dated for a year before marrying. She was calm, quiet, and respectful—the kind of woman who carried grace naturally. She told me she had never been with any man and wanted her first time to be with her husband. She said she didn’t want to “test the waters and later lose the relationship,” so she wanted us to wait until marriage. I respected that. Intimacy wasn’t a top priority for me anyway, so it was easy to agree.

FOLLOW US ON WHATSAPP CHANNEL TO RECEIVE ALL STORIES IN YOUR INBOX

After our wedding, the honeymoon was our first time. It was gentle, sweet, and full of giggles and shy glances. We were like teenagers discovering something new. After that, our intimate life settled into something quiet but healthy—once or twice a week, mostly when I initiated it. Belinda never initiates intimacy. She would wait, respond, and then cuddle afterward. I assumed she was shy because she was inexperienced, and that with time she would grow comfortable enough to initiate it too.

But things didn’t go that way.

At some point, I started noticing mood swings. Belinda would wake up with a frown, slam doors, refuse to talk to me, and sometimes refuse to cook. It was strange because the night before, everything would have been fine. I tried to talk to her, asking calmly, “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” She would reply, “Nothing.” But her anger would hang in the room like heat.

One morning she burst out screaming, “When was the last time you initiated it? Who are you giving it to? Because it’s not me!”

I stood there blinking, shocked. So all this anger was because I hadn’t initiated intimacy for a little over a week? “But Belinda,” I said calmly, “why don’t you also start if you want it that much? Why must it always be me?” That question triggered something in her. She got even angrier, calling me names, throwing accusations in the air. I was stunned. In my confusion and maybe out of desperation to calm the storm, I held her waist gently and carried her inside. We had a very long and good session. Immediately afterward, her whole mood changed. The anger? Gone. Her silence? Gone. It was like sunshine replaced storm clouds instantly.

She was smiling, humming, talking sweetly, behaving like the same calm, loving woman I married. That day something clicked in my mind. Her anger wasn’t random. It was tied to intimacy. So anytime she started acting cold, I would initiate just to restore peace. And it worked. For a while.

But the truth is, I’m human. I get tired. I get stressed. Some days I just want to sleep or relax. On those days, Belinda becomes a different person entirely. When I’m too tired to initiate, she becomes hostile. When I say, “I’m tired,” she says I’m cheating. When I don’t touch her at night, she turns her back dramatically and breathes loudly, making sure I know she’s angry. Sometimes she picks fights so aggressively that my heart starts racing. I walk on eggshells in my own home. A simple “I’m tired” can lead to shouting, name-calling, and sometimes physical aggression.

One dawn, I felt her tugging at something. The next thing I knew, she pulled the sheet under me so hard I fell off the bed and hit the floor. I gasped, “Belinda! Why? Why would you do that?” She said calmly, “I’m going to wash it. What is your problem?”

I was sitting on the floor, confused and my heart pounding. She could have simply said, “Get up, let me remove the sheet.” But she didn’t. She yanked it with force. As if I was an object. As if my body didn’t matter. That moment scared me. For the first time I asked myself, “What else is she capable of?”

Lately, the violence is building. Little pushes. Harsh grips. Sudden slaps on my shoulder when she’s angry. And she always apologizes afterward. Always cries. Always promises to be better. Then two days later, it happens again. Belinda is truly loving when she’s calm. She cooks with care, laughs sweetly, supports me emotionally, even rubs my head when I’m stressed. But when she wants intimacy and I don’t initiate it, a switch flips in her. She becomes angry, hostile, aggressive—as if she’s fighting an invisible battle only she understands.

And the hardest part? She refuses to initiate. No matter what I say, she says, “A woman shouldn’t ask for it. The man should know.” But I’m tired. I feel manipulated, pressured, and emotionally drained. I didn’t sign up for a marriage where intimacy becomes a weapon. Where peace depends on whether I’m in the mood or not. Where my “no” becomes a reason for war.

I’ve tried everything: talking calmly, reassuring her, scheduling intimacy, asking her to initiate, suggesting counseling. But she shuts everything down. “So now you want us to go and tell a stranger about our bedroom matter?” she fired at me one day.

Recently, I’ve started sleeping with one eye open. Not because she will kill me—no, I don’t believe that—but because I don’t know what her anger might lead to. I’m walking on fragile glass. One wrong step and everything shatters. I love her and she knows it, and it amazes me that love isn’t able to fix this. I want her calmness back. I want our marriage to work. But I’m also afraid that one day, one mood swing will go too far.

What Will Happen If You Do It On The First Date?

How do I calm a woman like Belinda? How do I help her without losing myself? How do I pull her out of this anger mode when she refuses to meet me halfway? How do I restore peace and calm even when I’m not in the mood?

—Kodak

This story you just read was sent to us by someone just like you. We know you have a story too. Email it to us at submissions@silentbeads.com. You can also drop your number and we will call you so you tell us your story.

******