Well it seems like the other shoe has fallen. Last night Dane and I spent the better part of the evening arguing about money and then, of course, the bigger issues. I'm beginning to understand that a lot of couples seem to go through this sort of cycle. ~phew~ Not that I wish this on anyone but it's nice to know I'm not alone.
I'm not unhappy in my marriage to Dane, quite the opposite. And the poor guy. He got me roses last week for no reason. I love that. But at the same time he totally makes me feel inferior. Everything has a value with him and coming from an accountant that means something. Like I'm not upholding my end of the deal if I don't weed when he mows the lawn. Seriously? Are we REALLY arguing about this?! I just looked at him. His favorite thing in the world is to attack me with some obscure irritation whenever I confront him. And most the time the irritation means little to him but sometimes he packs such a hard punch that it leaves a mark on me and I learn to walk on eggshells with whatever irritation it is. Later when I bring it up, he oft has no idea what I'm referring to. Then I can usually pin point something else that was going on in our lives at that time that he was really frustrated about. Again, those frustrations were probably aired to me when I least expected it, out of nowhere, and with half a bottle of booze. It gets old. Can't we talk like adults? Don't you think it would be easier to tell me how you feel when you feel it or when the scenario comes up so I can figure out a productive way to alleviate your stress?
Ugh - I'm just bitching at this point. But let's just say my excitement from last week is definitely muted.
1 comment:
Yeah, I think men are completely incapable of sharing the issue when the issue is actually occuring. Instead they let it steep and stew and explode out at an entirely illogical time (such as out of nowhere, with half a bottle of booze), at which point you try to figure out "what the fuck did I just do to make this come up NOW?"
And then when you bring it up later it's the whole "I never said that" or "I didn't mean it like that" or "What are you talking about??"
Yeah. I'm with you. Men. Psshhh.
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