166: Confrontation 2

Been going on a few weeks now. In mid-October my mother passed away - but that's for another entry. It was the 15th of October - a Thursday.

That weekend my wife decided to 'confront' my son about some work that he was doing, in the way he was doing it and the amount of time he was spending on the PS4. And he does spend too much time on that and his work is a bit loose right now but the terms of the confrontation were harsh. And over the next two days, she basically picked fights for little or no reason with him.

These happen too often - Entry 157 - Partial Return to the Bad Old Days and I have warned her about her behaviour multiple times and what our son will remember - Entry 149 - Tale of Weekends.

Noise and stress irk me. I tell my son that my mother was often unfairly strict with me and that he will just have to suck it up - though I do speak to his mother now and again. 

But she has told me that confrontation is good, and just because I do not like it, does not mean she will not carry on.

Combined with the situation where my mother died, the fights put me on edge and rather depressed. And, I have to admit, lacking in patience to deal with her attitude.

The other day she comes home from work and asks me a question about the bins in that accusatory tone of hers. I snap back with an ill-tempered 'yeeeesss' - to which her response is that she had just asked a question and I did not have to answer in that fashion. And, yes, I should not have. But I am struggling. And even if I do not snap very often, I suspect I am being grumpy and uncommunicative.

We drive somewhere and come back and there's some arrangement in the boot / trunk of my car that she has a hang-up on? I haven't done anything about it because it affects no one. 'It's because you never want to do anything in the right way!' she says. 'I do everything in the right way.'

I find myself increasingly being snappy. The situation has not changed. I cannot divorce and leave because our son is 15 and it would be a huge disturbance in his life. With the inheritance from my parents I could probably afford an apartment now but I cannot leave him in her care and I don't know the chances of my being prime carer. And, anyway, it would be a seismic move that I don't have the energy or resources for right now.

I had thought that her working after so many years would have lessened the tension and stress when she walks in through the door - but the opposite has been the case. 

I feel a confrontation coming. Despite this blog, I am way past the point where I look to appoint blame. I am an ok person but clearly not for her. I have been lucky in that she has not had to do anything for me - I have not had a travelling job or unreasonable hours or family commitments which often imply sacrifice from the spouse. It has been her choices all along the way - so I have no guilt other than the fact that it will be a rather harsh thing to do. And I know that comes across as patronising and perhaps I do come across as implying that she could not cope - she has stated as much to me, that I have been helpful over the years in being a supportive husband because I underestimate her ability! (which I do not and never have done.) She is not as special as she thinks she is but, then, none of us is.

Anyway, if I am bad for her by being someone who never does anything right, is grumpy and also patronising, then why stay?

Postscript (10 December)

So, our son is having to self-isolate right now because of Covid and does not have to wake up much before 8 am - rather than the usual 7 am. She, though, still has to go out to work and leave the house at 7:20 am or so.

During the week I sleep in the guest room and suddenly I hear this huge noise at 7 am - she has her door wide open and is drying her hair. Not a big thing but it would have disturbed our son sleeping in the next room. She could have at least kept her bedroom door shut? It is just this casual selfishness. Years ago, in Spain, in a hotel, our son, about 7 years old, was not feeling very well and wanted to sleep. She, though, kept the TV on and watched loudly - didn't understand it then, don't understand it now.

And, for someone who prides herself on organisation and doing everything right, forget the washing all over the house right now (I am not allowed to do this as I am not competent enough), she has been taking her cereal in a bowl in the car to work! Very eclectic / charming no doubt but really?

165: Confrontation 1

My son - now 15 - is a pretty good student. So far, he has done very well in his studies. There has been always been a tendency to rely on his natural brightness and all his teachers have recently started saying that there can be a little looseness and rush about his work. That is something I recognise and I have said to him that as a lack of understanding is not his issue, what can be corrected - effort - is entirely under his control. So, today, a Saturday, he studied for about an hour and a half in the morning, but was going to go back to his PS4 after just 10 minutes in the afternoon. I stopped that and I felt bad doing it because I do not like confrontation.

Was I right in being tough? And I am not very often. But he has done perfectly well over the years working in his own style. I do not check his work on the basis that he has to be grown up about it. I have said to him a number of times that 'work gives us the right to play' and that if he does well, he would be doing it for himself and not for me / us - and that effort is the only thing I ask for. Now, if he ends up doing really well with minimal effort - as some people do - so be it, but that is a risk and it would be a pity to waste his undoubted talent because he has an intuitive understanding of some of his subjects allied to good memory.

At work when I have led teams, and at home over the years, all I have looked for and asked for and tried to deliver myself is a level of reasonableness. I do not expect others to do what I do not but I try not to impose and give those around me the ability to be their own selves and use their own styles. So, I have to be careful in this case also not to pressurise but have to trust myself that a little guidance will not go amiss.

164: The Day the Music Died 2 (!)

 I wrote - sometime back in 2019 - about how I found some old papers and some old love letters - Entry 141: The Day the Music Died. These showed how the issues that have mushroomed over the years were always there.

Going through some other boxes, I found the Valentine's Letter 2000 that I referred to in the Entry 141.

I go on for two A4 pages about how much I love her - I was coming back from a trip and wrote this in an airport lounge. 'I love you so much and have missed you so dearly on this last trip. I don't think I have loved you more than I do just now when we are apart. I cannot wait to see you again in a few hours' time, to hold you, to talk with you, to be silly with you.' 

(since our marriage - a few months earlier) 'it is impossible to imagine life without you as a friend and lover. One of my dreams having been fulfilled - ie finding you - I have one great aim left. And that is to be the man that I want to be inside. For now I am too petty, too inhibited, too constrained by complexes, too much of a bluffer. But, with your strength, even that is possible.'

And then I go on:

'Am I allowed to criticize? Just as I hope you will work on me so I hope you will allow me to work on you. [Remember, this was written 20 years ago - in much younger days.] All I would ask is that you be a little more forgiving of others and live by looser rules than you do. You have often berated me for what I believe are, ultimately, some of my strong points - and I've been similarly criticised in the past by my family; I was hoping to get a more sympathetic hearing from you! Yes, I am willing to ring when others have not rung me. Yes, I am willing to overlook slights. Yes, I am willing to go out of my way. As a result I have a strong set of friends and a family which thinks reasonably of me. None of us is perfect but we do think ourselves to be, then we judge others, find that they are not and that's when the trouble starts.

'Life is good. I can confidently say that, amongst my family and my friends and your family and friends, there is not one person who would wish us anything other than the best - let's enjoy that. Let's have an easy life.'

Unhappiness and control - a toxic mixture - how did I have the energy to survive so long and I am angry that my vulnerability has been quite so abused. For the sake of our son, I stay.

163: Someone finds me attractive (!)

 I have thought long and hard before putting this up - but, as this is a picture of my life, I decided to do so in the end.

Someone - a woman - I have known for a very long time, and we keep in touch anyway, said that she 'needed' to speak to me.

We had a conversation but I did not feel that we had addressed the issue she needed to discuss.

Another conversation - another unsatisfactory conclusion.

Ultimately she wrote to say that for some while now she had been physically attracted to me and, despite the dangers of sharing this, she wanted to let me know. 'Fuck it, you need to know.'

This, for me, was an unique situation - never happened to me. I have always considered myself to be short, fat and ugly and have never considered that anyone could be attracted to me physically. I am a nice enough guy and try to look after myself, but this was different.

I was able to share back - genuinely - that in our younger days I had had something of a crush on her myself!! And I thanked her for sharing and for saying something to me that meant so much to me.

We now talk more regularly. She is married happily and even though that is not the case for me, even when I split, a long-term relationship would be the last thing I would be looking for - to place an ounce of my 'happiness' into someone else's hand and to be even minutely, formally accountable for someone else's is now beyond me.

But, lovely of her to say what she did and lovelier still to make that connection as the feeling was mutual.

162: Pizza Day unhappiness again (!)

 Not having written for quite a while, thought I would check back on my last entry - and there were my irritations on the day that I had made some pizza. Today was also such a day!!!!

So, one piece of news that should be positive is that she has started work again. Having previously always gone on and on about starting in roles 'beneath her' - as I've written before (just below 'current note') - she has taken such an administrative job at a school. She had done well there as an agency employee and so she was asked to interview and won the role. Great for her and she seems to be enjoying it. But where I had hoped that stresses would not rise, they are.

The target is to cook more than we usually on the weekend so that we don't have to cook in the evenings. Take it in turns on the Saturday or Sunday. I cooked last weekend and had offered to do so again this time.

Had a few things to do through the day and so I cooked from 9 am or so till 11 to get the task over with and done. (I am of course looking after my son's school lunches and the dinner time routine all days anyway.)

'Please don't cook in the morning from now on. It stinks the house out and I don't like waking to that.'

'Use a lower heat when cooking.'

'Don't use that spoon - I use that for pasta only.' (news to me!)

It is almost as if there is something in the DNA that has to say 'criticise' - that can show no or little appreciation. And, with our son, she veers from 'kuchi, kuchi' to really very aggressive - as ever, he appears to be able to brush things off far better than I ever could.

Previously, there was always huge tension on school mornings. He would have to set off at 7:40 am and she would not come down to make his lunch till about 7:20 and then he would be slow and the whole thing was a drama every day. Now, she leaves at 7:15 am, I do everything and all is calm.

But, as soon as she returns in the evening, it is 'do this, do that' - and all in that strident and demanding tone. The need to control and the need to criticise - where does it come from? My mother was the same, and they went to the same school - perhaps that is what they taught / teach there!!

I am tired, just so tired. I wish to God that her soul-mate / moment of blinding love walks in through her school doors and she is compelled to leave me and us.

My mother has been stuck in India because of Covid. She has become very unwell and is finally due back on 29 September 2020. My sister-in-law has flown out to bring her back and my mother is due to come and stay with us initially.

Unfortunately, I am due to be away for an annual golf weekend from 2-4 October and today my wife tells me, 'can you mother stay with your brother initially as, with work and everything, I won't be able to look after her without you.'

Somewhat ironic this, as she spends much of her time being all loud and noisy about how competent she is compared to others!!

So, I will probably end up cancelling the golf - no big deal - as my brother and sister-in-law may have other commitments. I will have done the cooking and everything, so I do not see the issue and, the other way round (ie her parents come, I'm working and she is away, I would have coped) - but, hey ho.

Just fucking tired.

161: Trying - just trying

I was doing some cooking the other day - pizzas for lunch.

Mainly our son likes margherita but, for my wife and me, I usually add some ham or something on top.

I couldn't find peperoni and so added some normal Milano.

'Why couldn't you find the peperroni? 'Near enough is good enough' does not work in cooking.' (said not in a terribly nasty way but certainly with a tone.)

Reminds me of many years ago when my cousin and her family were visiting from the US and they were due to come over to our's along with my parents. I said I would take care of all the cooking and shopping etc. for what would be about 12 people in total - she would not have to lift a finger.

For weeks or months beforehand I heard about how all of it would be an utter failure, that we should get food in or some such. I wrote about it in https://dear-confidant.blogspot.com/2015/12/what-i-really-think-but-cannot-say.html - para. 14.

And it really wasn't - all was good. And as for the pizza, once it was cooked she was happily eating up the last crumb. The whole doing-down is almost unconscious - like breathing!!

I wrote in https://dear-confidant.blogspot.com/2014/09/38-one-that-got-away.html that, 'Close to twenty years later, I know what to look for in a relationship – support, common purpose, a haven, friendship, the confidence of doing right rather than the continuous fear of doing wrong, someone to find comfort in rather than feel lonely with.'

And that is it - I grew up in that context of being fearful of being wrong and she is of the same ilk! I hope my son does not feel the same way - he may be stronger than me.

A good friend and I were discussing mid-life and the worries and sense (or loss) of purpose etc. and I shared 

https://dear-confidant.blogspot.com/2017/02/110-mid-life-another-common-story.html and the links to the external articles within.

Then I came across an article about a cricketer in England who had suffered from depression and panic attacks, Like any sportsman, he did well sometimes and not so well at other times. One of the passages in the piece said that, during a bad patch, a friend had said to him, 'this does not define you.' 'I was thinking that if I don't perform, that makes me a crappy person and they said: 'you can still be a good husband or brother or son.' I thought, 'I'd rather be a good one of them than a good cricketer.'

I think back to my counselling sessions - https://dear-confidant.blogspot.com/2016/05/97-counselling-sessions-2.html - where I felt it was only with my close friends that the above would be true. In any other environment, achievement - I have felt, rightly or wrongly - is the entry to being liked.

And, of course, my own wife said, ‘And you don’t exactly do great work. Aren’t you ashamed that you’ve not had a pay rise for five years? Anyone doing a proper job would not have so much time for friends. People go to work not for friends. Don’t kid yourself that you are in a serious job.’ https://dear-confidant.blogspot.com/2015/09/huge-row-getting-worse.html

160 - An Article to Ponder

A different stage of life but wise words in this article:

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2020/jun/18/leading-questions-i-feel-unhappy-with-my-girlfriend-but-i-fear-if-i-end-things-it-will-destroy-her

I love my girlfriend but don’t see myself with her for marriage or kids. I feel so conflicted. We’ve lived together for five years, we get on well most of the time. But I find I am losing patience with her. She’s jealous of any female colleagues, which makes me loathe to discuss work or friends with her. She will go through my Facebook friends at times and ask “Who’s [name]?” – it feels like an accusation every time.

I’m very extroverted and enjoy doing things with others, making plans at random, and she’s the opposite of this. I think it’s healthy to have outside interests and friends, and she doesn’t have any. I’m beginning to think we just aren’t right for each other, but I fear if I ever made a decision to try and end things, it would destroy her. I’ve tried talking to her before and felt I got nowhere. I feel unhappy, but wrong for feeling unhappy. *

Eleanor says: We both know that the quiet core of this question is no question: you want to leave. When we speak about our partners to other people, we should listen to what we say. The first thing you said was that you don’t see yourself with this person for marriage or kids. The second thing you said was that there’s a list of good reasons for that. So if you’d like permission to feel that way, you have it: I release you. You don’t have to stay.

But you know that, and you knew I’d say that. I’ve been in your position before, we all have; knowing enough about our desire to leave to talk about it to other people, but not quite enough to act on it. We lay out our dissatisfactions to our friends and they agree. They license leaving, and then when we don’t our friends are mystified.

So why don’t we leave? Often, as you say, it is because we fear it would destroy them. We’re afraid to leave for the same reasons that we want to: they don’t have much else going on, they’re not interested in anything else, they don’t have close friends or family. Convinced of our indispensability, we martyr ourselves because “it would be cruel to leave”.

But listen: it’s also cruel to stay. People know when you don’t love them. They can tell when you’re not excited about a future together. If this woman wants to be married or to have kids, you are wasting her time. And even if she doesn’t, you should not let her continue to be with someone who does not want her wholeheartedly. You plainly care about her and love her enough to not hurt her by leaving; let that same care guide you away from the hurt you’d do by staying.

I’m not saying it will be easy. Maybe she will fall to pieces and call you drunk at three in the morning and tell you that her life is over now. Or maybe, instead, she’ll call on resources within herself that she hasn’t had to use in years, put on some Destiny’s Child and be glad to have hit rock bottom so she has something to bounce off.

Whatever happens, you do not help her by staying. If the best thing in her life is a partner who isn’t sure they want to be there, you should not play any part in keeping her stuck this way.

Leaving partners we love and routines we know takes enormous courage and comes with enormous risk. We break away from the familiar because we hope that the unknown could be better. This takes bravery, and optimism, and most importantly hope. Have that hope for your partner as much as for yourself, because the familiar isn’t good for her, either.