Is it all about me?

So, my last post got my wife and I talking.  And as I posted in the comments section, one of the things she said to me was, “If it’s all about me, what if I don’t want to be mean to you?” And she’s right.  

If she wants to be a kind and adorable cutie-pie while whipping the living shit out of me, if I’m the one subbing and making such a big noise about how happy I am when it’s all about her will, her wishes — I should take it.   I have no idea how it would work, but that’s neither here nor there — if I’m trumpeting about how my happiness is centered on obeying her wishes, then they should be her wishes.  Not mine.  I should be content with who she is, who she wants to be, and let that drive us.