Sunday, May 27, 2012

I Hate When You Treat Me Like A Child

I hate hearing my husband say this, because I know the response I am thinking, "Then stop acting like a child" will not go over well. And the truth of the matter is, I do not treat him like a child. I treat him the way I need to treat him to get something done even reasonably close to correctly.



I know at least half of you out there are thinking that I am just a pain in the ass. That I never think anything is good enough. I swear that is not the case!


So here is a for example.

We are walking home from the train and I say, "Don't forget, tonight you need to (whatever chore he has promised to take care of)." He responds, "I know what I need to do. Don't treat me like a child." The next day on the way home from the train I say, "Honey tonight you really need to remember to..." And he says, "You know how it pisses me off when you keep reminding me of what I need to do. It will get done." So the next night on the way from the train I say, "Maybe tonight, before you sit down and start watching TV..." The response of course is basically the same, "Don't be a wise ass. Just because I forgot yesterday doesn't mean I'm going to forget tonight." I do not say, "Well since you forgot two nights in a row doesn't it seem to be a pattern?" No, instead, the next night on the way home from the train I say nothing. I wait until we are in the house, and our clothes have been changed. Then I say, "Honey why don't you..." "You know I work hard all day. I should have a right to sit and relax and watch a little TV before I start my projects. I hate when you treat me like a child." It's over. I can't hold back. "Well I wish I didn't have to treat you like a child." Clearly, the next night we are not speaking, and after changing my clothes, I set out to do his chore. These are not little things. They are his chores because they are too big and heavy for me to take care of. But since they will not get done if I do not do them, here I am trying my best not to hurt myself. Finally he realizes I'm missing. He comes and sees what I am doing and says, "Honey, what are you doing? Your going to hurt yourself. I can do that. Why are you so stubborn? Why don't you just ask me to do this type of thing?"

Yes, I am sure you are laughing, but in my eyes it would only be funny if it were not so tragic.

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