I’m a married woman, and just a few months into my marriage, my husband started demanding that I wear revealing and tight clothes.
He said he liked it when I wore dresses that hugged my well-rounded body, but I’ve never been c0mf0rtable in such outfits. Since I was single......
even during our courtship, he never once complained about the way I dressed. Not once did he say he had a problem with my modest style.
Now,
he wants me to “dress hot,” like other women he sees online. He even showed me pictures of celebrities and influencers as examples. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe my own husband wanted me to dress like that.
He began buying me dresses with thigh-high slits, low necklines, and sleeveless cuts. I don’t like any of them.
I prefer loose-fitting trousers, but he always buys the tight ones.
I honestly wouldn’t mind wearing those at home—just for him—but stepping out dressed like that? That’s where I draw the line.
One day, he looked me in the eye and said, “I’m the man—your husband. You should learn to submit to me. Wives submit to their husbands; it’s even written in the Bible. If I want you to wear something, it means I like it, and you should wear it. Or do you want me to spend my money buying those clothes for other women instead, and enjoy seeing them wear what you won’t?”
I’ve tried. I’ve worn those clothes out a few times, but I felt so uncomfortable, so exposed, like everyone was staring at me for the wrong reasons. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t adjust. I wasn’t raised like that. I didn’t grow up flaunting my body, and I don’t see why I should start now—just because my husband wants to show off my figure.
I told him clearly: “Either you get me decent clothes that reflect who I am as your wife or I leave this marriage.” I asked him, “If I dress that way and another man starts eyeing me because of my body, how would you feel? Would you still like it then?”
But he stood his ground and said, “It’s either you dress the way I want, or leave. I’ll find someone else who’s willing to dress to kill for me. You can't be looking so archaic and outdated in my house!”
Now I’m stuck. I don’t know what to do. I said I would leave, but deep down, I don’t want to.
Aside from this one issue, he’s actually a good man. But how long can I keep pretending to be someone I’m not?
