Lately, my husband Jason had been growing more distant—barely making eye contact, glued to his phone,

and constantly dodging conversations. I assumed it was just work stress. But then one morning,

I got a strange and cold text from him that simply said: “You need to bleach your hair blonde.

Make an appointment tomorrow.” No context, no warmth—just a demand. When I asked why,

his response chilled me: “Because I’m your husband and I told you so.” That’s when I knew something was seriously wrong.

That evening, I pressed him for answers, but instead of explaining, he snapped back with arrogance, saying “real women”

obey their husbands. My instincts screamed that this was more than just a mood swing. While he was showering,

I noticed he’d left his phone on the counter. I hesitated, then opened it. What I found turned my stomach: a group chat called

“How to Dominate Women,” full of disgusting advice on controlling wives. One message said: “Make her change her appearance to test your authority.”

I didn’t fall apart—I got creative. The next day, I showed up as the blonde version of every 1950s housewife stereotype—sky-high heels,

fake cheerful tone, the whole act. I told Jason I had quit my job to fully embrace his “vision” of a perfect wife.

Panic set in fast—he realized he couldn’t afford to support us alone. When he begged me to go back to normal,

I ripped off the blonde wig and stared him down. He looked stunned. “Claire, please,” he stammered. “I’ll delete the chat. I messed up. Just… give me a chance.”