The most exhausting relationship you have isn't with another person. It's with your thoughts about them. A client came in recently — didn't even sit down before she started. One question stopped her cold.

Every woman in that room knew exactly what she meant. Different houses. Different names. Same man. But every once in a while there's a different conversation — and when she says his name, the other women don't nod in sympathy. They wish. That's a Masculine Man.

You don't think of yourself as a controlling man. You've never raised your hand. You don't raise your voice. And yet she walks on eggshells.