I am glad to know that I am not the only one with bad taste in music.
Holy cow! Some of those suggestions were terrible. I listened to some and felt like I needed to grow a mullet, get a firebird, and do doughnuts with the high schools kids at my local Walmart.
But as I have revealed, I am in no position to judge another’s taste in music (or wives).
Kidding aside, I thank you for your kind suggestions. My music library is better for them. I am going to branch out from the maudlin, cloying crap that have gravitated to in the past.
Freeme, I did look at that link you gave me. Thank you. It was very interesting to read Gary’s posts. What is amazing to me is that when you look at it from the perspective of an outsider, it seems so CLEAR what to do and what is wrong. Living it is obviously a very different experience. There are points in the thread when you just want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him into reality. I know others have felt that about me when reading this thread. But as you guys know, a person can only take good advice when they are ready. I am no different than Gary in this respect. Thank you for directing me to his link.
So we are moving.
And we will be working together. (for now anyway)
Yesterday, we went into the business and my wife was surprised that I was being no nonsense about things. That I wasn’t filling her in about all of my decisions and asking her opinion as I normally would.
Because she was not getting all the validation that she is used to, she said she was going to have “a panic attack”. Codeword for: give me attention and make me feel better.
Normally, I would hug her and tell her everything was going to be ok.
Instead, I said, take some deep breaths and go outside for a walk if you need to.
I felt very cold and kind of mean saying that. But I think this is how she manipulates me.
Then we went to the house that we are going to rent.
I first saw it about a month ago. I walked through it holding hands with my wife imagining what we would do with the rooms. It was exciting. I imagined our boy and dog playing in the yard.
I went over and introduced myself to the neighbors and was proud to introduce them to my wife.
Yesterday, there was a whole new vibe.
No joy. No sense of adventure or something new.
It was just a house.
I don’t know if we are going to still be together before the year lease is up.
I imagined my wife fucking her boyfriend in the yard.
My wife is still delusional I think. Or maybe she is trying to make amends. She was asking my opinion about everything. Normally she would just say this is going to be the rec room. This is going to be our son’s room. Etc… And quite honestly, most of the time I wouldn't really care.
All I need is a couch and a lamp to read a book and I will be very happy.
So who cares if this room is for this and that room is for that?
Well yesterday, she really wanted my opinions. And I gave them very flatly and frankly.
She wanted to hug and hold hands.
Fuck that.
Other things are happening.
She actually got a work outfit and wore it to an interview yesterday. Do you guys believe that? She actually went to a job interview. She has been taking care of paperwork. She has been doing things for the office. She went to a therapy meeting last night (and brought me paperwork to prove it).
She wants my praise and recognition for all this stuff.
Normally I would be gushing about how proud I was of her. How she was doing such a wonderful thing for us and our family.
I said nothing.
Last night she apologized again when she recognized how her actions had impacted not only our personal life, our relationships with others, my career, our business, and how we feel about our new home.
She started crying. I acknowledged it. She wanted more. More hugs. More attention.
I just said that I was glad she understood the effects of her actions and that she was taking positive steps for her life. I was not mean or angry. I was just stating what I saw as facts. I was detached and clinical.
She went upstairs crying.
I did not follow her. I wanted to.
She came into my room (we have been sleeping in separate rooms lately) in the middle of the night after my son crawled into bed with me and woke me up.
I asked her if she needed to talk and she said yes.
She was having trouble sleeping and said she never realized how lucky she was.
I sensed she wanted more attention and acknowledgement.
This is when I surprised myself with an little impromptu speech:
I said to her very honestly and without malice that what she was looking for was a pat on the back. She wanted praise for going to an interview. For doing paperwork. For going to therapy. For apologizing. I said that people do these things every day without recognition or praise but because they are the right things to do and are their own rewards. Furthermore, they are the bare minimum in terms of any chance at reconciliation.
She is used to getting so much more hugs and gushing from me that she was visibly surprised that I said this and even a little pissed. I could see it on her face and I said so. Her face softened again.
I asked her if there was anything else she needed or wanted to talk about.
She said no.
She is a walking victim, martyr, spoiled brat. I am not at the end of my rope anymore. I let go of it.
I left the room and slept peacefully.