One of my all-time favorite SI posts:
This is the easiest way I can think of to explain how my needs are not being met. I would like an orange. WS brings me an apple. I tell WS I really wanted an orange, thank you for the apple but I want an orange. WS brings me a pineapple. I tell WS thanks for the pineapple, I appreciate your effort but I really want an orange. WS brings me a pear. Now I am getting pissed because I asked for an orange a long time ago and still don't have an orange. WS jumps up and down and says "look at all the stuff I did bring you". I still don't have my orange. I have a fucking fruit basket but I don't have an orange, the one thing I really want. WS is reading a book our MC suggested. I do not know that name of it so I have no idea what its purpose is. I asked him if he is getting anything from it. He said yes and that he has started implementing some of the things he has learned. Then he said, "you probably don't see it". H has not only brought me a fruit basket, but also planted a vegetable garden, raised cows and chickens and pigs for meat, planted wheat for flour, built a bakery so I can have desserts, bought an ice cream maker, hired a maid/cook/dishwasher. I have thanked him profusely for each and every effort, which makes him happy. But then, of course, I ask "Can I have that orange now?".....and get the "What about all the OTHER things I've done?" Reading this, it makes me sound like some kind of demanding shrew......and I'm really, really not, I just, like you, wanted a simple orange. I stopped asking for oranges a long time ago. I wanted a clear way to explain to MC on Saturday what WS is really like. I hope she "gets" it. I have accepted apples, pineapples, mangos, papayas, lemons, limes, guavas, plums and peaches. I still don't have a fucking orange! Don't get me wrong, I am relatively happy with my fruit basket. My only real worry is: What if I bump into someone who has an orange and is more than happy to give it to me? :::
Me: Would you please bring me an orange?
Him: silence
Me: Would you please bring me an orange?
Him: No
Me: Why not? I want one, you have it to give, it would make me feel loved.
Him: YOU DIDN'T _________(insert something inane and completely unrelated to fruit here). WHY DO YOU MAKE ME YELL??
Me: FUCK THE ORANGE, YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON.
Him: Here's an orange.
ME: Shove it.
Him: Take it.
Me: Thanks.
Him: Take it, I brought it for you because that's what you said you wanted. Now you don't want it, fine, nothing I do will be good enough for you. You will never let go of this will you?
Me: Fuck you, we're done
Him: That's what you wanted all along wasn't it. Why didn't you just say so to begin with?
ME: We can fix this if you will just bring me that orange like I asked.
Him: Here is a wedge of an orange.
ME: Oh thank you so much! (thinking, fucker, where is the rest of it?)
Talk about passive-aggressive communication issues. My counselor recommended a book on passive aggressive men/behaviors. I bought the book. Mr LL saw it and told me he was not passive aggressive. I continued to read the book. He then ripped the book in half. Hmmm, what does that tell me? I can only imagine what he'd do to the orange or the fruit basket. Should that have convinced me? ::::
Me. Please give me a orange.
WW. I have no oranges.
Me. If you look may be you can find an orange to give me.
WW. No. I will not look. You will have to look for and find the orange you self. :::
I get "it's all your damn fault we don't have oranges-go buy some!" :::
Me. Can you please give me a orange.
WW. (takes orange and freezes it solid in the freezer)
WW. Here’s your orange.
WW. (Hurls it at me head.)
Me. Ouch!
WW. THERE. Aren’t you happy you got you orange now? ::::
Me: Can I have an orange?
FWH: You don't really want an orange, you want a pineapple.
Me: No, I really just want an orange.
FWH: How about a smoothie?
Me: No, just a simple orange.
FWH: But you would really, really rather have a Mimosa?
Me: No, YOU would enjoy a Mimosa, I want a simple orange.
FWH: You really want a chocolate orange.
Me: STOP telling me what I want.
FWH: Here's a tangerine.
Me: Whatever. :::
EXWS: Look what I have for you honey! (hands me a box of orange peels and waits for my gushing appreciation)
Me: This is used (confused look on face)
EXWS: You are so ungrateful. Nevermind!
Me: Looks in his car and sees that he has a new box of oranges for himself.
You see, he used to buy himself the newest version of something (example: radar detector) and put his old one back into it's original packaging and give it to me like a brand new gift. Then he was confused by my diminished appreciation. Now, if he had just said to me, "Hey, Honey, the new XP-3000 is out now and I'm going to get it. Would you like the XP-1000 that I'm using now?" I would have been fine, happy, grateful. It was the repackaging and presenting it like a brand new gift I should swoon over instead of the truth - getting rid of his old crap. He is an ex. :::
Me: Could you please get me an...
Him: Apple?
Me: no a...
Him: pear?
Me: no a...
Him: peach? pineapple? watermelon? what? why don't you ever tell me what you want?
Me: maybe if you'd shut up and listen i could utter that i want a fucking orange!
Later, because I’m still unsatisfied.
Me: Could you please get me an...
Him: Apple?
Me: Sure. good enough. if i close my nose and don't smell the apple, it will taste like an orange anyways.
Me: Could you please get me an...oh, nevermind. i'll get it myself. :::
ME: Would you please bring me an orange?
WH: I don't have an orange.
ME: Yes, actually, you do. I saw it right before I asked you for it.
WH: I don't see an orange.
ME: That's because you're not looking at the orange. It's right there. Would you give it to me, please?
WH: I've spent all day looking at vegetables for other people; I'm too tired to look at oranges for you.
ME: Y'know what, never mind. I'll go to the kitchen and get my own damn orange.
WH: Hey, could you bring me an orange, too? :::
Me: Could you get me an orange? I would really feel incredibly better with just one orange.
WH: [silence]
Me: Please?
WH: [loud sighing]
Me: What's wrong? Why can't you give me an orange? You used to give me oranges all the time.
WH: It just doesn't feel 'natural' when you ask for it. I can't give you an orange unless it feels natural and in the moment. :::
Me: I want an orange.
Him: You can have the juice that's left from when I smashed the orange but you'll never have an intact orange again. Would you settle for an apple? :::
WH: Why aren't you happy?
ME: Like I said last time, I'd really like an orange?
WH: I'm doing the best I can. Didn't I give you an apple?
ME: Yes and I appreciate it.
WH: Well, what else can I possibly do? I'm doing EVERYTHING!!
ME: The most important thing to me is an orange.
WH: Don't you think I've changed?
ME: Yes, I know that in your mind you are bringing apples, pineapples - even avocados, and I appreciate it.
WH: You are never going to move past this - can't you just move past it?
ME: The most important thing to me is an orange.
WH: Didn't I give you an apple? :::
Me: Can I have an orange?
WW: What?
Me: I'd like an orange. Can I have one?
WW: Why would you want an orange?
Me: Just because. Can I have one?
WW: You don't need an orange, and I'm tired -- going to go to bed if that's ok?
The next day:
Me: Can I have that orange now?
WW: I don't have any oranges.
Me: Yes you do. In fact you've cornered the market on oranges. You're the only one with oranges.
WW: Oh, I guess you're right. You know what -- I'll be happy to give you all the oranges I have, if I could only remember where I put them.
Me: Could you please try to remember where they are? I'd really like an orange.
WW: You know what? Here they are. I found them.
Me: But they're so old now that they're spoiled.
WW: Sorry (shrugs) :::
Me: Can you bring me an orange?
Him: Here, have some of those sugar-coated candy orange slices.
Me: Um, okay....
Him: How about that? How's that taste.
Me: Um......fake..... :::
Me: Can I please have an orange?
WH: I have given you every orange I have ever had.
Me: No, you haven't. I have occasionally wrestled an orange from you, but you have not offered me an orange in many years.
WH: You're crazy. I've given you at least one orange every day for the last eighteen years. Remember the orange I gave you yesterday?
Me: The shit you picked up when you walked the dog?
WH: You're nuts. It was an orange. Remember? It was in a grocery store bag. Don't you remember how fragrant it was?
Me: It stank.
WH: You never appreciate anything I do. I can't do anything right. Nothing I do will ever be good enough for you. :::
I think sometimes people (not saying you) are guilty of saying,
Spouse 1: I want an orange.
Spouse 2: Here's an orange.
Spouse 1: I want an orange AND an apple.
Spouse 2: Here's an orange and an apple.
Spouse 1: What I REALLY wanted was a banana and you gave me an orange.
Spouse 2: I thought you said you wanted an orange.
Spouse 1: No. You should have known when I said orange, I meant banana. :::
Wanted to say, I don't think my H doesn't bring me the orange for any reason other than HE doesn't think I 'need' an orange, or that an orange would be 'good' for me. Does that make sense? He's not mean, not passive aggressive, but I guess he could be considered 'controlling' in that he thinks he knows best how to 'heal' from something like that, and it doesn't include giving oranges if the oranges have the potential to hurt the person....like, maybe they're allergic to citrus....even though I have assured him I'm NOT allergic citrus. :::
Me: I'd like that orange I mentioned 5 days ago and you promised you'd get.
Him: Oh yeah, about that.. I was thinking and I need to know why you think you want an orange.
Me: Could you just give me the orange?
Him: What if you can't handle the orange? What if it makes you sick?
Me: O, so now your worried about my health?
Him: Yes. I don't think oranges are good for you.
Me: Fuck you. You've made enough decisions about what's good for me. Give me my damn orange.
Him: But the orange will hurt you. Let's forget about the orange. As a matter of fact, let's forget about fruit altogether. You don't need it.
Me: Why are you so afraid to give me the orange?
Him: I'm not afraid.
Me: Get out of my sight and don't come back until you have my freakin' orange.
Him: You don't need an orange. :::
Me: May I please have an orange?
Him: I'd like to discuss that with my IC before responding.
Me: Do you really need to discuss that with your IC? Really, it's just a simple request for an orange.
Him: Yes. Whenever I respond to your orange requests, you become upset with my response.
Me: Have you ever responded with an orange?
Him: I'll get back to you on that. Must discuss with IC.
(days and many vitamin C tablets later.....)
Me: So, can we revisit the orange request?
Him: Sure. My IC thinks it may be a boundary violation to discuss the orange.
Me: How so?
Him: Don't know. What are boundaries?
Me (perplexed): Wait. You've been in IC for ten years and the concept of boundaries has never popped up?
Him: Don't think so. We work on identifying my feelings.
Me: What are you feeling right now?
Him: Don't know. Maybe like my boundaries are being violated.
Me: How so?
Him: I'll get back to you on that. I'll discuss it with my IC next week. (and on and on...) :::
Me: Can I have an orange, please?
Him: My IC said that since my mother never gave me oranges when I was a child I will never be able to give you an orange. :::
Me: Could I have a....
DRINNNNNG
Him : Hello...yep...yep...see you tomorrow at 10. What were you saying??
Me: I was saying that I would...
DRINNNNNG
Him: Hello....reboot your computer....I will wait...ok, what do you see on the screen. Fine. What again were you saying?
Me: Never mind. :::
Oranges, although for Witchy represent truth, for me, represent sex. I ask, no beg, for an orange, and I get everything from popsicles to steak dinners, but never a simple orange. The OM's got oranges, and by comparison, their percentage of oranges just totally out weigh mine. So, the only conclusion I can draw from this is, that she is repulsed by the idea of giving me an orange. Now, my self esteem is nowhere near low enough to believe that, if I were in a position to get an orange from someone else, they wouldn't give me a whole bowl of oranges, along with fresh squeezed orange juice, sliced oranges, and duck ala orange. So, someone remind me again why I even bother to try? ::: It goes back to that bitch of a question. Can you live without oranges? If not, then can you live without your spouse? Because really at this point, those are your options. :::
This is where you decide, can I live without the orange if he can't give me one? Or do I need oranges to live the life I want? If you do, and he can't or won't give you an orange. Then time to leave and search for the orchard owner. I think I decided I could live without the orange. Or I can provide orange-like things to myself. :::
I asked my H for an orange. I don’t usually ask for anything, because I get it for myself. But, after moving half way across the country, losing the job I thought I had, bills stacking up and no income, children fighting constantly, etc etc, I have been feeling less than stellar about my ability to transition. NOW, my H has decided to go back to infidelity city where we used to live and work for a few weeks on a job. In a moment of financial desperation I said fine, do what you need to do...and ever since I have been having nightmares about him cheating, every night. Now I am looking at it, and it is not so fine, but it doesn't matter because he is going regardless of what I say or do. I can't fault him for that, his intention is to feed our family. So I am looking at two weeks with all the kids and a dog (dog is a puppy and stepson has mental issues, can we say handful!), knowing no one here, looking for a job, and thinking about him in THAT town, top it off with hormonal issues, and I am ready to crack. I know him, how he reacts, and I thought that I had prepped him with all the right stuff to receive. This in not about you. This is not a criticism, you are doing wonderfully, everything you can. I am just feeling this way. I prepped!!! He just didn't hear the prep. So last night I asked him for an orange. An orange for me is some understanding of my fears and anxiety, a shoulder to cry on in a moment of feeling weak and vulnerable. I told him, I just don't know how I am going to make it through this. I feel like I am going to fall apart. Please, bring me an orange. His response: Suck it up. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Once you get over the self pity, you can get back on track. I have problems too. What do you mean you are depressed - you are always depressed, how is this any different? Shut up and stop. If you are just going to keep going, then go in the other room. I don't want to deal with this, I have to work tomorrow." My response: "You have to be fucking kidding me! Pardon me for thinking that partners were the person you turn to when you felt you could not stand up on your own. I am having flashbacks of when I broke down at XYZs house (2 weeks after d-day) and you told me to go away if I was going to "freak out" and cry. WTF??? Bad on me, why should I expect anything different? When you don't know what to do, you get angry and push people away." There was more said after that, but there is the gist of it. I told him I had no one to turn to here, and he said, what about all of your friends online? That is what you do all day right? So here I am, venting to you guys. I slept on the couch. Listen I know it is not easy to support a spouse when you are feeling the effects of change too. All I wanted was a friggin orange. Just one. So stupid. Its no ones fault, life gets hard sometime it just GETS THAT WAY. I just wanted him to hear me, to know that I am on the edge just in case I need someone to hold me up for a minute if I stumble. I wanted him to know that I was feeling fear, so I would not be alone with it. His reaction had nothing to do with me, only with his inability to deal with emotions. Get angry and make it go away. Lots of things have changed. Obviously that has not. “he treats you like you are 12” - hmmm...no he treats me like I am just supposed to be the rock, and when I am not the rock, and I turn into a sponge, he doesn't know what to do. Then he panics. SO he does whatever he can to make people (me) go away. And I went to sleep on the couch because I wanted to get away, so I guess that worked for him, didn't it? Sometimes I feel like a one dimensional character in his story. We are seriously lacking in connection at this point in time. Fact is, I can't make my character mean any more to him than he has in his mind. I cannot change him. I cannot make him give me more. Only he can do that if he wants to, and I don't really know if he can or not. Just comes back to, am I willing to stay with someone who is empathetically dysfunction. Not usually a problem, but when it does show up, pow, what a reminder. I do question where is the love in this relationship. He reassures me that it is there, and tells me how he expresses it. And I can see his point. I think that yes he loves me more than anyone else he has ever loved. That said, he doesn't know a whole lot about it, or even think about it for that matter. I think we have hit quite a bump in this road, and it is exposing a lot of stuff that remains unhealed. Can we say, communication breakdown? Yes. When I say, "supportive" he immediately thinks, financial and help around the house. Then he gets defensive because he IS supportive in those two ways. What is that song, two out of three ain’t bad??? The concept of "emotional support" is a foreign language to him. Even after all these years. Shit, if I can learn how to catch a fish, he can learn emotional support. This is NOT rocket science!!! I wonder how much his inability to feel empathy is related to his own fears. He called today to check and make sure I am okay. All the right moves you know. He always seems to have great hind site. I am reminded of a man explained just how f'd up his thinking was, and his extreme need to protect/defend himself. Certain things can be crippled, sometimes permanently, in abusive situations. :::