Trivial Issues in Marriage with Serious Consequences
I often feel like in my marriage I gravitate between
two opposite poles. One is when things are really good between us, but we seem
to be pulled in that direction less and less frequently. The other is when our
relationship is a complete disaster and nothing makes sense. Like I said, I
barely reach the “coast of happiness” any more, and getting to the wrong side
makes me so utterly depressed and miserable, that I try to get away from it as
fast as possible and stay in neutral waters, where things are neither good, nor
bad, they just are. Unfortunately, lately even staying in the neutral zone has
been so much work. Our communication reminds me of playing the Minesweeper: no
matter how slowly you move or how well you calculate every step, you are bound
to hit the mine and all the previously done work is blown off, and you have to
start over.
I’m not sure I even possess the right level of
diplomacy to communicate my point without sounding offensive. He’s been
offended by the smallest remarks latterly (since when did he learn to be so
sensitive, used to be my thing) and I constantly feel like I’m walking on
eggshells.
So here's our seemingly trivial issue - his obsession
with shopping, which is driving me crazy. I try to under-react when he buys
more shirts or pairs of socks than he could possibly wear, but I totally lose
it when he brings home 10 shopping bags full of stuff for the kitchen. I hate
clutter and fight with it relentlessly. And considering kitchen my kingdom, I
hate seeing it cluttered with stuff we never use. Yesterday I exploded when he
bought another veggie grater for me – because it’s the 4th grater he
has got this year. And four graters take up half the shelf in my kitchen
cabinet. But when I asked why would I need yet another grater, his response is
- to replace the old one. And that’s what pisses me off, I love my old grater!
(since when 1 year is considered "old" for a stainless steel item like
that?) I am used to my kitchen utensils, and pans, and dishware and I don’t
need them replaced until they are fully worn out or damaged.
I also hate when stuff piles up and takes up all the space in the cabinets, so
occasionally I undertake the task of decluttering. I take all the items we
don’t use, put them in a box and give it to him to discard or donate only to
find the same items mysteriously lurking again in the far corners of the shelve
I cleared out just yesterday. Now that is truly a mad-stuff disease: new
stuff comes in and old stuff doesn’t come out. And if only those were the
things that we needed: for some reason his focus is on a specific group of
things (pans, silverware, dishes), whereas there are items for the house that
were on our to-get list for years.
The problem is we see it differently. What is
cluttering to me, he perceives as “buying things for the home”. So I come out
as a bitch, complaining about my saint of a husband who works so hard to make
our kitchen a better place. I tried to go nice about it, thank him for “the
wonderful purchases” and hint that maybe we are good for now only to be
presented with a new set of pans a couple of weeks later. I tried to be honest
and bring up the issue of clutter but he would get offended and won’t talk to
me for days because I don’t appreciate his efforts. I tried to divert his
attention to other areas, such as a hole in the ceiling from a leaking pipe
that has been covered with cardboard for 1.5 years now. But the issue remains,
and so does the ceiling hole. And of course he refuses to acknowledge that his
shopping spree takes place on days when he is especially stressed out at work
and finds his refuge at the local Kohl’s store.
I try to stay calm and tell myself that at least he
doesn’t go to Atlantic City or a fancy electronics store to seek a few hours of
oblivion (and part with a few hundred if not thousand dollars). I just hate to
see my favorite kitchenware gone, replaced with new alien items that take
getting used to. And since I’m the one who does all the cooking, I see it as
intrusion into my sacred realm. It’s just one example of gaps in our
communication, when no matter how I approach it, he doesn't get my point. So at
the end of the day I’m always the bad guy unless I thank him profusely for yet
another grater added to my expansive collection… Should I consider turning them
into lanterns like in that photo I found?
Labels: when being married hurts
Do Men Feel Guilty?
I know he is feeling guilty after an especially bad
fight when he stuffs the fridge with all the things I love. There’s literally
not a single inch of vacant space left on the fridge shelf. That is his way of
saying “I’m sorry” when he is afraid to approach me with words. And I
appreciate this remorseful act, I’m relieved that at least he is still capable
of compassion when he hurts me. Because nothing is worse than the cold brushing
off, moving on like nothing happened after penetrating my heart with long
thorny insults and accusations.
Men don’t like living with guilt, they are a poor
match for the feeling. When forced to acknowledge, accept and apologize for
their wrong doings, they get all defensive and twist facts to leave the battle
field unscathed. “You provoked me! If you don’t like it, it’s your problem! I
am what I am and I’m not going to change”. Yet somehow it is important for me
to get through his defense shield and make him face the aftermath of the damage
he caused with his careless words and attitude. I need him to know I’m hurting.
If I hide my feelings, swallow all bitter pills he feeds me without
complaining, he will think – it’s not a big deal, she is not that frail so no
need to treat her with care.
I find my ways to deliver the message, to make him
feel guilty but also leave the door open for him to fix what he broke. I know
that the guilty feeling will soon enough transform into anger so once he “gets
it”, I soften up and let him make it up to me. And I appreciate every step he
takes forward, and thank him for the treats in our fridge, and for being nice
and gentle to me just the way I like it. I help him deal with his guilt as long
as he acknowledges it first. I’m not pressing too hard so it’s his turn to feel
grateful. I grant him my sweet forgiveness so next time he is less stubborn and
apologizes sooner. Or better, thinks more carefully before hurting me again.
Labels: men