Well, that was pretty rough to read.
Emotional blackmail. Manipulative. I guess that I never looked at it that way. Don't I feel like an ass now.
Thanks for your perspective on this. I guess I see your point. I was looking at it as a small gesture to make me feel better, something that would have so little imoact to her, something only I would have known. A way for her to make me feel like she cared about my wants. I guess I was thinking of it more in the lines of if your house is broken into, most people would want to change something about that house. Of course, the locks and Security will be the first thing, but maybe redecorating. I just wanted something to be different. Not trying to justify, even though that's what it sounds like, but just explain my differences. Maybe I did push too hard on this. Her refusal meant in my mind like she didn't care about what I wanted. It was compounded by my belief of her rug sweeping. Totally see your point on this though, and that isn't who I want to be.
So, yesterday night was a tough one for me mentally. I don't know if it happens to most people, but stupid things kind of enter your head. I was at work, and outta nowhere, I remembered those times that I worked from home on occasion. I would text her and ask if she wanted to do lunch, and was always told no, that she had a shorter lunch, or she made plans with the girls at work. This wasn't a one time thing. Well, she was meeting up with the AP. it just struck me that she chose to be with him than me. It messed me up for the day. I came home, and had a hard time being "on". We had dinner, I tried faking engagement in conversation, but I wasn't there mentally. My wife knows that I've kind of started struggling pretty badly recently. I was distant, and just wanted to end the day with hopes of a brighter tomorrow. She knew that I was in pain, and just came to me and offered me a hug. It meant something, because I'm not really the huggy type at all. I then went to bed at 9:00, which is very untypical.
About 30 minutes later, after the kids were put to bed, which is usually my duty, she came in and saw that I was awake. She said that she knows that I'm hurting, and she doesn't really know how to proceed. She didn't know if I wanted to talk or just be left alone, so she tried to stay upbeat. She told me that if I need to talk, she's here, otherwise she'll leave me alone. She again apologized stating that she knows that her actions are what caused me to be in a funk.
We had a short talk. I explain what's going on in my head, And of course she apologized profusely. I can't remember everything she said last night, but in her own way, it was exactly what I needed to hear. Was it good way for me to end a bad day and actually get some sleep.
She asked what she could have done differently in that situation, and I told her she did exactly what I needed. What I say it was our most therapeutic night of all? Absolutely not. But, it's definitely a step in the right direction. A huge step. It meant a lot for her to acknowledge my feelings, instead of buffering herself from. Having to hear my pain. I was proud of her.