You are allowing yourself to be distracted to avoid having to take a long hard look at something unpleasant.
"What did he mean when he called me 'submissive?'" "Am I submissive?" "Is he controlling?" "Did he have a good reason to lock me out of the house, or was that a horrible thing to do?"
The reason I think you are letting yourself get dragged into the weeds here is that a lot of this can be interpreted more than one way. Is it terrible to tell you to sit outside, when you WANTED to sit outside? Are you submissive, or just easy-going? Etc. But you're ignoring the one cold hard truth that CAN'T be explained away. You don't want to face it. I'm going to try to help you with that, so bear with me.
Your boyfriend, in crystal clear terms, said he believes
one of the MOST IMPORTANT traits a wife can have, is submission.
He said this in front of you, in front of witnesses. There's no way to misinterpret or explain away what he said. It was plain English, and he was perfectly fucking clear about it.
"I never thought I'd find beautiful, submissive woman. Don't settle for less brother, it isn't worth it."
Two things, he told his friends to hold out for. Two things, among all the things in the world. Those two things weren't intelligence, or curiosity, or honestly, or loyalty. They weren't kindness or generosity or even great sex.
Beauty, he said. And submission.
When someone tells you what they are, believe them.
I want to tell you a story. My first husband was the gentlest man on the planet. A walking, talking teddy bear. The sweetest man you could ever meet. And I truly wish I could say that the terrifying rage-filled outbursts, the violent, earth-shattering temper, that only showed up after our wedding was a huge surprise. That I never saw it coming. But sadly, that would not be
completely
honest.
Because I have a clear memory of our first Thanksgiving dating each other, when he took me to his family home. And his brother gave me a tour of the house, which included a picture hung in the hallway. A picture which hung there,
to cover a hole my husband had punched in the wall, in a fit of anger.
I laughed it off. That wasn't the man I knew. He wasn't anything like that!
Christ, you have no idea how many times I regretted that moment, when I clearly saw my future and chose to ignore it. How many times I wanted to shake my younger self and scream,
"Gentle teddy bears don't leave holes in the walls of their mother's hallways, you stupid silly child!"
So here it is, from the future, gift-wrapped for you.
"A man who respects you as an equal partner doesn't tell his friends to hold out for 'beauty and submission.'"
When someone tells you what they are, my God, believe them.