ADD can account for a lot, JRazz. I live with a man who is diagnosed ADD, but doesn't take drugs for it. He thinks it's kept under control by his diet, and I admit, he certainly is better if he stays away from all forms of gluten.
My S/O's ADD drives me CRAZY!
His efforts to "help" around the house drive me crazy. While he can be the sweetest, most loving person, sometimes his help is laughable. He owns every tool known to man, but can never get around to actually using them or if he does, the results are mind-blowing! Not in a good way.
Luckily, I'm good with tools.
His impulsivity drives me crazy. For instance, this weekend we have 16 people to dinner at the country place. The menu has been set weeks ago, and all our friends have added what they will bring to a spreadsheet that S/O is privy to. What does he do? Goes out and buys 16 baking potatoes and 20 ears of corn, without "remembering" that 1) his friend G is bringing the baking potatoes, 2) corn is not on any of the meal menus, and 3) the corn will be crap by Saturday night, 4) when will I find time to cook the corn, and 5) where in the hell do I put all the other food in the fridge that now holds all the unnecessary vegetables? If this were the only time he has done this, I'd understand. But he does it ALL. THE. TIME. One day I came home to find he'd installed new speakers in our bedroom--by stapling the speaker wire to my newly painted beautiful crown moulding. That one made me do some serious deep breathing. He buys things he doesn't need, so my place gets junked up with all his impulse buys that he uses twice and discards. I have threatened loss of body parts if he starts to junk up my new country place.
His lack of boundaries drive me crazy. I regularly have to murmur "boundaries, honey" to him when he opens his mouth at one of the fundraisers I have to attend and out comes the most freaking inappropriate remark. There is no brake on his mouth. And, like CRazz, he can icily cut you off at the knees if he knows your facts are incorrect. Won't just suck it up! Oh, no, out comes the ADD and the boundaries disappear. Luckily, his boundaries--so far at least--as far as fidelity is concerned appear to be firmly in place, but the inappropriate remarks can extend to women. "Wow, I need sunglasses" is one remark I overheard when he encountered a woman with a bright yellow evening dress. He didn't know the woman from Eve. Oy!
His lack of focus drives me crazy. Every year for four months, every weekend, every evening, I have to listen to "I have to do my taxes". Then, of course, he has to do everything but. He can have a list of twenty things to accomplish any given week, but only accomplish 2, and those are not necessarily the most important ones. He has no idea of how to prioritize--and he will actually actively AVOID doing the most important tasks and the ones that will take the most time. He promises to replace a battery in our home alarm system, but then for months (unless I do it myself), I have to hear "Low system battery" every freaking time I set the alarm. Now, this attribute might be genetic. His mother, probably ADD as well, is a world-class avoider. I'm afraid to drive with him because since we have been together, he has had 6 minor accidents that can be directly blamed on his lack of attention/his magpie mind. "Oh look, a shiny bauble!" I cannot imagine him ever having to mind children. They would drown in their baths while he concentrated on the shine of the faucet.
His lack of time perception drives me crazy. He has absolutely NO idea how to gauge how much time it will take him to accomplish anything. As a result, he is always late. Sometimes, this is because he didn't leave enough time and sometimes it's because he added a few items to his list of things to do because......well.....because. In the meantime, I am waiting at home for him to bring home the car because he said he'd be back at 3 p.m. so I can go to the dentist. We agree we'll leave for the country early, at 7 a.m. Sometimes it's 1 p.m. before the car hauls out of the driveway and even then, we'd be later if I haven't finally cracked and loaded up the car! If he were responsible for picking up kids after school, I can't even think of what horrors might ensue!
His lack of organizational skills drives me crazy. I am an organizer par excellence, if I do say so myself, so this really, really bothers me. If he has 6 errands to run, he will drive helter-skelter all over town instead of plotting where each errand takes place and taking a planned cyclical route. It's almost as if he finds it impossible to take one single goal and break it down into manageable tasks, so the goal seems too hard to accomplish and he gives up until it absolutely has to be done. Or he will get so hyper-focused on one of the tasks that it seems to become the goal, instead of keeping his eye on the overall prize.
Does this sound like CRazz? If it does and your life also included infidelity, I feel so very sorry for you. As it is, I have to remind myself --OFTEN--that I love the man and his limitations are part of him. If infidelity were thrown into the mix, I can almost certainly say that I'd be outta there in an eye blink.
[This message edited by lynnm1947 at 9:49 AM, May 13th (Tuesday)]