My husband is about 2.5" shorter than me. I am an inveterate shoe whore, so, in actual praxis, he's more like 8" shorter than me most of the time. And... it matters not even a tiny fraction of a shadow of a shit. Next to mah man, I feel like a teeny tiny little bitty little girl.
Together 16 years, married just under 15, and I can't remember anyone so much as casting a derogatory glance in our direction, much less actually daring to say anything aloud.
No thanks. Tried that once and he was so insecure about it. I love wearing heels because they make an outfit look more polished. If I want to wear heels, I damn well will. He would get pissed and passive aggressive whenever I dressed up because I was inevitably in heels.