Only a weak man resists a woman’s clarity.
Only a confused man fears a woman’s direction.
My husband is neither.
He is a strong man.
Smart. Capable. Fiercely independent.
A man who built his own tools when none existed.
A man who creates from nothing.
A strong man does not fear being placed.
A strong man wants to know exactly where he belongs.
A strong man wants to operate at escape velocity.
Placement is not control.
Placement is freedom.
When I place him, he does not lose himself.
When I place him, I give myself fully to him.
When I place him, I become his harbour,
the gravity he orbits.
He moves faster.
He works focused.
He rests deeper.
He returns to me because I hold him.
He does not submit.
He trusts in my governance.
He is the kind of man who does not posture.
He is the kind of man who does not withhold.
He knows who he is.
He is anchored.
Placement is alignment.
It is a woman creating the conditions for her man to operate at escape velocity without leaving her orbit.
He orbits because I tether him.
Because I place him.
Because in placing him, he knows I claim him fully.
And he knows I give myself to him completely.
