204: Another purchase and more of the imaginary world

A significant amount of money was spent over Christmas - that's ok.

Except for perhaps one year when we moved to this bigger house, we have not really had to be too careful with money. We are not rich but we are ok. I do not think, though, that she appreciates the value of money. 

And there are irritating inconsistencies. Not much economising on the credit card bill but going all out on saving small amounts - Confidant: 185: Two pounds fucking fifty ... (dear-confidant.blogspot.com)

As it happens, in the link above, I share a couple of incidents where, I believe, she lives in her own world and imagines herself to be something other than what she is.

And there was another example recently. For the first ten years or more of our son's life, when she was not working, she would go away to India for the summer - six weeks or so - to spend time with her parents and brothers and friends. No problem - I missed my son but was glad of the quiet from her. The other day she tells my cousin - who has a small child - that she used to go back to India like my parents and I used to go back; as if she were following my example rather than the fact that she was making the decision all on her own. And that, over the past few years, she had told me that she would not be returning every summer - as if I had been the one telling her to do so!!!

And the two strands of wasteful spend and an imaginary world combine when this huge cooking thing arrives at the door - it is huge and presumably significantly expensive. Turns out to be a new kitchen mixer / food processor.

The previous one was old but, more pertinently, was hardly ever used. And, to make more space on the kitchen top, I had placed it in a side cupboard. It wasn't used in, literally, years. Ultimately, she was the one who left it outside the house - and someone who needed it took it away.

But she probably considers herself something of a major cook - she is not - and this new one has arrived. Presumably she has read about it somewhere or seen a friend having it. I obviously have not said anything - let's see how often it is used!

Anyway, it is not about the money - it is this constant hankering.

I was talking to an old friend today. He and his wife do not give each other presents - they buy things as they need it through the year. As we do too. Some people simply do not grow up - and She is one such person.

And so while I think that what I need is separation and nothing else needs to change, one part of me says that formal divorce is better - separation and formalisation of the money side will free me up; otherwise I will always be worrying about what she needs and not what I can afford for myself.

I also write in the linked post about the need for control. Our cleaner of many years perhaps could not take my wife's 'advice' any more and suddenly up and left. Now, this cleaner had done this sudden-leaving in the past from other friends' houses - so, maybe, it was just a thing that she does. Then a new cleaner comes - and, literally, on the second visit says that she cannot work here - having received multiple instructions on how to do things. Whereas, I have survived almost 25 years now - first through duty and then through not being able to contemplate living apart from our son.

203: Another last?

 In the end I did buy a present for her birthday - another expensive perfume despite stating that I would not. Confidant: 202: Happy New Year (dear-confidant.blogspot.com). It's been alright - lots of money spent, nothing to complain about as a consequence!

Today I arranged a two hour session for her at John Lewis - to discuss her style and wardrobe. I was wondering how the presents I have bought her have focused on her - perfume and lotions and this. Whereas she bought a sweater I did not need and have too many of already - and pair of joggers to be fair. Only once in our marriage - the first anniversary I think it was - did she buy thinking of me, a golf putter. Even the jogger - she wants me to wear tighter clothes as I have lost weight! 'You should wear tighter clothes - why do you have wear baggy stuff like your sister-in-law?' Can she just please leave me alone?!!

I sawed the Christmas tree into pieces today - ready for the bin truck tomorrow - and put the lights and decorations and toys away. Is that the last time?!

What I felt was - yes - partly, fear of whether I would be able to do it, say it and leave once our son's school career is over. But the bigger fear was one of having to go through the Christmas rigmarole again and not having taken the fateful step of actually leaving or, at least, articulating the desire to. We will see.

I liked this article ‘You’re better off single than in a bad relationship’: lessons in love readers learned from their parents | Life and style | The Guardian. 

And one of the statements there in particular. 'Anger is a choice. If you can control your feelings around your colleagues, friends and strangers, then you can do it around your family. It took a lot of unlearning as an adult to not behave like my parents.'

As I have repeatedly said, this anger (along with the need for control) are the most tiring. One moment anger and then, suddenly, sweetness and light. That cannot be right.

202: Happy New Year

 I loved a line in an article I read recently: 

'don’t kid yourself that people change. They just become more exaggerated versions of themselves, one way or another. Accepting this saves a lot of time'

If that is not a message from above, then I do not know what is!!!

Right now, She is on holiday in Rome with a friend - each leaving behind a (very happy) husband and son enjoying some peace and quiet!!

When she is away or in the middle of the night when all is quiet, I almost feel affection. She has so many good qualities but I am finding myself now getting irritated even at little things.

She was telling me about an article she had read about someone who had turned up at her aunt's Christmas lunch an hour late and realised that the world did not revolve around her. And, yet, there is still a quiet pride that her own family would routinely arrive at lunches and parties some hour and a half or more late. And there is often teasing about my own family's stress on punctuality. And, of course, she herself is not the best at timekeeping unless it is in her interest specifically.

Another Christmas has been navigated I think re: presents. After several blowouts over the years, I had suggested £600 each would be transferred from our joint account to our respective individual accounts -   Confidant: 108: Good Christmas and New Year but ... (dear-confidant.blogspot.com) - though this does not solve issues and it is always a tight rope  Confidant: 106 - Glimpses (dear-confidant.blogspot.com).

This year I suggested an evening where we could go to Central London after work, I knew what she wanted - a Dyson hair dryer - and, on my own, would have gone and got it. But, no, I have to traipse after her as she goes in and out of shops (buying nothing) and making sarky comments like, 'I need some new trainers, you bought me some for our anniversary two years ago but did not this time.' Eh, what? She needs me to buy her stuff??

Some friends came to stay recently. E. has told her partner that she wants a Dyson hair dryer for Christmas. Some women colleagues have stated clearly what they want to their respective partners. Another said that she and her husband buy stuff as they need through the year but do not give each other anything for Christmas. All very grown up - but going back to the first sentence, this is not going to change, is it?!

(and, for sure, conversely I will probably become more mean and miserly and boring - better for all concerned to be apart, non?)

Anyway, I went to the shops again and got her some expensive perfume - all seems to be well. 

Her birthday coming up - I do not intend on getting anything other than an expensive dinner. Let's see.

Happy New Year.

201: A Last set of family Christmas cards?

 In this house, I do the Christmas cards. 

I sit down with my little address book and pen a little note in each one - some people I will have met in the year, mostly, not. 

This has been something of a nostalgia year as I have gone back to school for a reunion and met 'kids' I had not seen in 38 years; returned to where I worked for many years and saw colleagues for the first time in decades. Nevertheless, it is a nice ritual and helps me to keep in touch.

Except one year - perhaps 2015 - close to the most traumatic year of my married life - Confidant: 61: Huge row - getting worse (dear-confidant.blogspot.com).

'You will not send Christmas cards this year - we will not play happy families.' Fair enough - and I did not.

I remain of the notion that for my survival, I / we have to separate. 

I have remained in the home because I could not face living away from our son - that would have been a wrench I could not cope with; I have stayed because of me and not, in any way, 'sacrificed' because of him. 

There are also more prosaic reasons to do with not having the material wealth to maintain a big house, a wife not working (for most of these years) and private education of £20k a year!

I look back to an old entry of some years ago - am still here and it has not been terrible. Confidant: 150: Irritations and the Future (dear-confidant.blogspot.com)

So, come September 2024, will I have the courage to leave? To take the cruel step? 

She is working now and enjoying her time. Hopefully she will have a life of her own at least and something to expand into - she will be only 51.

Ideally, perhaps, she will want to leave me! When I eventually bring up the subject, perhaps she will have been expecting it. I don't know.

But every period has a series of 'lasts'. My son told me that last week was the last school rugby match he will play - next term, the sport switches to football and then his school career ends in the summer.

So, will this be the last set of family Christmas cards?

The thought of writing to everyone and informing them that we have separated fills me not with dread but actual excitement. Let us see.

200: The Landmark 18th

So, the 200th post - coinciding with something positive, the most meaningful part of my life - the 18th birthday of my / our son. 

There was an article in a newspaper some time ago - Confidant: 147: Interesting thoughts on a Common Theme – even Dr Who has doubts!! (dear-confidant.blogspot.com). Having just re-read it, quite a lot resonates but I particularly like, 

'What does love feel like?
I think I’ve only really experienced it on a parental level, and it feels like the rhythm of nature'

I freely admit that I don't feel as if I have been a fun dad. But I have been fortunate enough to have been a present one and, hopefully, a loving one. When our son was younger, I would be the one he wanted to have sleep next to him or read to him rather than his mother. It would be to me that he would turn for comfort.

When my wife and I had something of a reconciliation - Confidant: 99 – A Dramatic Turnaround (dear-confidant.blogspot.com) - I wondered if it was because of his actions - Confidant: 100: Why the Turnaround? (dear-confidant.blogspot.com). I guess I will never know.

I am rationalising to myself of course for my lack of true (material and prestige) success but, overall, I think I have lived the life I would have wanted - ok at work, time for home. And he has been the golden light for the last eighteen years - Confidant: 114 - Dear Son - a letter to say 'thanks' (dear-confidant.blogspot.com)

Look, what I have 'suffered' are first world problems - I am not rich but I am relatively comfortable, I was born into a good family, I have not suffered bad health, work issues have, so far, resolved themselves. But that is not, however, to minimise the real issues that I have had with my wife and led to Confidant: 72: Counselling - why? (dear-confidant.blogspot.com) and much else besides.

But without her I would not have him.

Forget the 18 years. Even that one moment when he might wake up next to me and start the day with that beaming smile would be enough to make up for a thousand lifetimes of misery. Or when I would get home and hear a shout of 'baba!' from somewhere in the house and this whirling dervish would skim across the floor and jump into my arms.

It has been an emotional few days and I have often found myself on the verge of tears. I love him with all my heart and I tell him that often. I wish him well in his endeavours as he comes near to finishing school. And I thank him - to head back to the start - for teaching me what love is.

I have tried my best, son. I apologise for the mistakes and thank you for having been the son you are.

199: Casual Callousness

 Over the many entries here, I have often written about how easy it is to forget - the Confidant: 188: The Dangers of Amnesia (dear-confidant.blogspot.com) and Confidant: 170: My fault but is it just me ....? (dear-confidant.blogspot.com).

She was was away for a weekend with some friends and almost a week with work - and it was gorgeous at home with just our son and me. Quiet, peaceful, productive.

There was a school ceremony on Thursday and she was coming back from her work trip that evening. I made some bolognese so we had something at home in case we wanted to eat. None of us did.

On Saturday evening our son is going out to a party. I suggest a film which has got good reviews. I suggest dinner out - which is usually what she wants. 

She pops out in the morning and says that she will bring something back for lunch - by 1 pm. I get a message that it will be 1:30. Finally it is 2:30. No problem.

I go the gym, am back by 5:30 as promised. She has not completed some chores - of her own - because she has been procrastinating. She has not changed to go out.

I drop my son off at the party and am back by 7 pm. She still has not changed. I am still ready to eat out but suggest I make some pasta which we can have with the bolognese. She agrees.

She examines the dish which I have taken out from the fridge - having been in there for two days, it looks a little stodgy. 'This is too thick.' Without a by-your-leave she pours in a bunch of water. 'Now put this is in the oven.' Obviously it ends up being too watery but I say nothing. 'You break the pasta - you should not do that - it tastes different.'

There is a term I think called 'casual racism'. This is 'casual callousness'. I don't even think she realises that she is being a bitch - so convinced is she in her own righteousness. And, for sure, perhaps by being too quiet, by not paying enough attention, by being boring, I am callous back. So, why not split and give us both a break?

Today, she has gone out for the weekly shop - I am incompetent to do this - and the sink is full of dishes. 'Shall I clear the sink while you are away?' 'No.' So she will decide to cook, the kitchen will be a mess, everything will be late and there will be stress.

I got absolutely destroyed once - well, more than once actually - for mistakenly leaving the back door open - Confidant: 170: My fault but is it just me ....? (dear-confidant.blogspot.com). Yesterday, it was once more unlocked and I could feel a diatribe coming - until she realised that it was her who had left it open. Then it was, 'oh. the door is open.' Irony also that she always chooses to leave the kitchen window open - how is that secure?!!!!

There is a brilliant last line in this article I suddenly became a hit writer – but I felt my husband treated my career like an interruption of my domestic work | Marriage | The Guardian: 'I could say that when I think about my dream partner, what I want in that person is so basic, so low-bar, I’m almost ashamed to say it out loud: someone who’s happy to see me. Someone who smiles when I walk into a room. Someone who can be happy with me and for me ...'

I get that with my friends and I used to get that with my cousin who has died - I do not from my wife. Her happiness is conditional - it is entirely subjective to her whims - and I am not sure she knows how to be happy. 

The other day she suddenly said - I do not remember the context: 'don't treat the symptoms - treat the cause.' Well, that is good advice.

198: Little things again

 Life has been pretty pleasant. And it is at times like these that I feel silly for thinking that I should even be considering living apart. But then, little things happen which really are a reflection on major things and, I am convinced, build up over time.

I am on blood pressure tablets - and they can only be obtained under prescription. So, a guest came along, one of her relations, who had forgotten her blood pressure tablets. Without even discussing it with me or speaking to me, my wife gave six of my tablets to her guest. 'Oh you can always order your prescription early.'

Not an issue for me. But I can just imagine the ructions had I done the same. 'You are so callous!' 'No wonder the NHS is losing money.' 'How could you do this - do you have no sense?' .... and on and on and on.

It reminded me of more than twenty years ago when we were living in Delhi and I had come abroad for work. We had a company car and she let her brother - not an experienced driver - drive the car to a relation's house - and told me afterwards. Luckily nothing happened but there could have been severe insurance implications. I said nothing at the time because I found out only after the event. But who is the callous one.

Just today, our son was cooking - he is suddenly into it. He had made a little mess I suppose and it was all, 'I will have to clean it all - don't you have any sense - what is your problem.'

Earlier in the day he had been cooking as well and, as I had to go out for a while and would not be back before she returned from work, I had asked him to clear up after himself. 'I just cleaned up this afternoon,' he said. 'That's not cleaning was her retort.' What is the message you are sending? Anything you do is not good enough. 

'You are very selfish. You have been cooking since I came back. I am hungry. It is very selfish.'

10 minutes later, it all kuchi-koo and 'thank you baby' .... unbelievable. I have said to her before that what I remember most of all of my mother - perhaps unfairly - is her anger; I remember good stuff as well! My wife should be careful that that is what our son remembers.

I do lose my temper with him - but very rarely. The other day he was being vague about breakfast and lunch - and she was haranguing as well which did not help my mood. I told him sharply that he could be more definitive. 'Yes' to this, 'no' to that or even 'not hungry, will skip lunch'. All are acceptable but please don't shrug and say 'don't know.' I apologised to him later for losing my temper but reiterated the point I was making - I should not have gotten angry.

We have more guests staying with us - her relations. They went out this morning and said they would do their washing this evening. I said they could use the dryer if they needed anything tomorrow morning.

'No, they can't use the dryer. I have cleaned it out. They should have organised themselves better.'

Her relations - she can sort it out.

Tiring, eh? Living with perfection.