So yesterday, I was pretty stoked. Got some good shit planned for today. Got some cool future shit unrolling. It’s cool
Wake up, 1st indication everything’s going to hell: the sun is shining. Fuck!
Then it happens. The succubus calls…. Double Fuck!
I need to quit my job so I can be home for her.
I don’t even bother trying to explain again why that’s beyond stupid.
She doesn’t say it sarcastically, she’s stone faced dead serious demanding.
Cue the barge of insults, I’m not a man, I’m not a dad, I’m not a husband… OK? So why are you calling?
Then some more demanding, make it all better, do yadda blah…
In a 2 minute call. I’m ready to deep throat a shotgun just to make it stop. I’ve opened up, told her how I feel. I get mocked, I get teased..
It’s fucking stupid.
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Ugh. What a brainless witch.
No job = no money.
Does she want you all to be homeless??
I’ve asked that… the response…. at least we’d all be together then! WTF lol
Ugh. Yeah…way to speak for your children on that issue. Moron.
I’ve lived with my biological parents before, and I’ve lived with my grandparents too.
My grandfather wasn’t always home because he was constantly working to give my siblings and me a good life. Even though I would’ve loved to spend more time with him, I much prefer that arrangement to being homeless with my parents.
I have learned to just say nothing. Nothing at all. The more I talk the more it baits him so I just stopped talking regardless of what he says. Regardless of how awful or baiting. I just say nothing.
I wish that worked.
Saying nothing works for women because men would usually say “hey… she’s quiet, great! no major issues then, nothing to fix”. If a men doesn’t say anything tho… HEY, WHY ARE YOU SO QUIET!? WHAT HAPPENED!? TALK TO ME ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS!! I KNOW… IT’S ME RIGHT!? YOU HATE ME! YOU’RE AWFUL!… yeah, i know what i wrote is highly sexist, but to quote the great Nigel Tufnel… what’s wrong with being sexy?
Yup, now i’m sexist. It’s all a part of my plan to go to hell and start the production of springtime for hitler with the actual hitler playing himself.
Ok, the last sentence made me LOL.
I admit to LOL-ing.
UGH.
Sorry for the misery.
Friday should be a happy joyous time.
When I’m able to actually leave home and get out among other members of humankind, I try to be extra nice on Fridays, for some reason.
Maybe it’s that ingrained “TGIF” mentality, even though I don’t work anymore because of the disability junk.
I tried putting myself in your situation, wondering what on earth I would say to someone who has the gall to DEMAND things I have no intention of giving.
The more I thought of it, the more it reminded me of people who expect me to be able to physically/emotionally deal with tasks I can NOT DO.
If it’s someone I don’t know, I can usually explain the truth of the situation, and they’re ok with it.
But if it’s a family member or someone who really should know better, and they keep harping on it…. wow. What then?
I think once people get into “NAG” mode, they stop being rational, and they stop listening to anything except the most basic of concepts.
So I guess I’d have to just keep saying “No” repeatedly until they got the point.
I’d have to step up and grow a pair (which I hate doing), and keep saying “NO. No. no.”
If they keep going, I’d say it again. “No. no. NO.”
If it keeps up a third time, then that would be it. “I’ve said no, and you don’t seem to understand. There’s nothing else I can say. Goodbye.”
And then I’d have to hang up.
I’d feel like a *****, and I’d dread the moment when I’d see them again.
But if it really is that hard to be around them, I’d start considering whether this relationship has gotten so toxic that maybe I need to leave permanently.
I’m not saying this is necessarily what YOU should do; I’m just thinking and realizing that this would be what I’d have to do for myself if it reached that point.
If someone is making you feel like you need to aim a gun at your brain, that might be a relationship you need to separate yourself from, even if it’s just a temporary split.
It’s better than your skull having a permanent split.
Cordless, that’s basically hitting the nail on the head.
It’s constantly be home more, cook for me, clean for me , pick up the slack…
Then I need more more more…..
Then of course, the demands I quit treating her like a child.
The situation is fucked. I need to get away. I have a plan, for separation. A fairly generous one. She doesn’t like it. I honestly think she likes that I told her I’m questioning death. I think she WANTS me to. So she can soak in a pity party of people bowing to her every whim.
But I have a plan to leave, alive.. I just have to buck up and do it.
I’m rooting for you man. You can do it.
Thanks… chances are by tomorrow, or tonight I’ll be back to I just die..
Just want an easy out is all. Nothing’s ever easy.
Random thoughts that popped into my head…
I remember when I was really young, it bothered me that my dad didn’t seem to want to help out around the house. I knew it was unethical to expect household stuff to always be the woman’s job, even though I was too young to know the word “unethical”.
These days, he’s completely different.
He does part of the cooking. So does she. They trade, and when neither of them feels like cooking, they go out for dinner.
He does part of the cleaning. She does what she can, although her health isn’t very good. But they both share the chores. It’s nice to see, and I was surprised when I first realized it was happening.
I think there are two things that made him start thinking differently:
1) He retired. He worked very long hours for many decades at a tough job he absolutely HATED, but he did it anyway because he wanted to be able to provide for me and mom. After he retired, all of a sudden there was all this TIME on his hands.
2) He got prostate cancer. They had to operate. It was serious, and he feared the worst. The surgery was a success, although I think it scared him enough to give him a new perspective on things. When he was still in recovery, he said something that still makes me cry whenever I think about it (or type about it). Instead of saying he was glad to have a few more years to live, he said he was so grateful he had a few more years left WITH MOM.
He valued his time with her, more than he valued his own life.
It’s very rare to find a marriage like that, where your partner really loves you more than themselves.
So for a few years there, she was still working at her job, whereas he was retired and staying home with all this time on his hands.
That’s when she really started noticing things were different. He would surprise her by cooking breakfast, or making a sandwich for a snack, or bringing her a dish of ice cream, or a little candy bar he’d saved as a special snack while they watched TV together.
It’s so sweet to see.
I guess my point is that he HATED the suggestion that he should do any of those things back when I was a kid, but now he enjoys it as a way for him to express how much he loves her.
His perspective changed over the years. Not from nagging, but from the different perspective that extra time and a walk with death can bring.
None of this would have worked if he hadn’t love her to begin with, though.
So I guess maybe that’s what’s different about your own story.
If the two of you don’t love each other enough anymore (or if you never really did to begin with)… then maybe it can’t be fixed.
I don’t know.
And I’m sorry for the long comment.
I just needed to “remember” that, for my own sake, I guess. To remind myself that once in awhile, people can change, and there are still some rare marriages out there that really do work.
I honestly hope you’re able to find a solution that works as well as possible for both of you.
Thank you for listening, assuming you actually read this far. 🙂
I like the ‘come out alive’ idea more.
Js
🙂
Yes, I vote for that one too. 🙂
Alan, you will do what must be done! I believe in you.
I did it. Twice. Yeah, it’s no fun. For sure. But you can survive this. I remember when I got divorced. I was 36 years old and I thought it was the end of the world. We’d been married for 12 years. No kids though. She was barren. Long story short: the more I tried to save the marriage, the worse she hated me. So I quit my job, gave her the house, the car, and both bank accounts. I packed a week’s worth of clothes and left. I hoboed for a while. Actually, that was the best part of it. No job, no bills, no nagging wife, no worries. Just total freedom.
About a year and a half later, I got into another relationship. We never married. But what a mistake that was! It was pretty much the same situation, just with a different woman, different house, different car, etc. But after 13 years of the same mind-numbing bullshit, the same thing happened. So I did the exact same thing. Quit my job, packed my bags, and left.
Oh, I’m no quitter, mind you. I tried to make it work, just like I tried to make my marriage work. But some people you just can’t please. So what’s the point?
We split back in 2014… five months after my dog passed. There was nothing left to live for. The relationship was dead. The dog was dead. Life sucked. So I walked.
Update: I’m 50 years old now. I have a suck-ass job that I hate, a 26 year old car, no pet, no woman, no nothing. Not a day passes where I don’t ask myself what the hell am I doing? What’s the purpose of this meaningless existence?
But at least I don’t have someone nagging me 24/7.
Needless to say, I haven’t been out on a date since I became single again. And I’m not even looking. More than half my life was wasted on two mean selfish toxic women. I’m sure there are good women out there, but personally, I’m ruined. I’d be no good for anyone in my present mental state.
But that’s my pathetic tale. You can write your own. Hope it turns out better than mine!
Jack
See, I’m already accepting and choking down that pill of reality. That really, life is meaningless. I’m not here for some divine purpose.
My life isn’t the slightest skid mark on the underpants of society. That’s OK. That’s actually, better than being important. If I fuck up, oh well. So, I’m here. Might as well crack a cold one. Have some fun.
My job, I’ve had better, had worse. It’s stable. I can eat. Long as I keep eating, I’m still alive. It’s just a way to pass the time between when cool shit happens.
I’m not trying to shit rainbows in anyone’s storm cloud. But fuck, go do something killer.
Look at how much talent is on this site!
It’s fucking awesome.
Ever been anywhere so encouraging? So compassionate? So inspiring?
It’s awesome.
So what if it’s not movie-esque happy ending bull.
I’m rambling.
“Then it happens. The succubus calls…. Double Fuck!” that’s not a pretty good succubus. A good succubus would at least get 5 or 6 fucks out of you before you pass out… geeze, i guess succubus..es..si? whatever plural you use for them, just aren’t what they used to be *sigh*.
I do hope you find a way to improve that situation man, doesn’t sound like a good one.
I think the plural is “succubi”… Isn’t it?
Is it? i was too lazy to google it, but… yeah, if i actually ran into several succubus the last thing on my mind would be what to call them, lol.
Random thoughts that popped into my head…
I remember when I was really young, it bothered me that my dad didn’t seem to want to help out around the house. I knew it was unethical to expect household stuff to always be the woman’s job, even though I was too young to know the word “unethical”.
These days, he’s completely different.
He does part of the cooking. So does she. They trade, and when neither of them feels like cooking, they go out for dinner.
He does part of the cleaning. She does what she can, although her health isn’t very good. But they both share the chores. It’s nice to see, and I was surprised when I first realized it was happening.
I think there are two things that made him start thinking differently:
1) He retired. He worked very long hours for many decades at a tough job he absolutely HATED, but he did it anyway because he wanted to be able to provide for me and mom. After he retired, all of a sudden there was all this TIME on his hands.
2) He got prostate cancer. They had to operate. It was serious, and he feared the worst. The surgery was a success, although I think it scared him enough to give him a new perspective on things. When he was still in recovery, he said something that still makes me cry whenever I think about it (or type about it). Instead of saying he was glad to have a few more years to live, he said he was so grateful he had a few more years left WITH MOM.
He valued his time with her, more than he valued his own life.
It’s very rare to find a marriage like that, where your spouse really loves you more than themselves.
So for a few years there, she was still working at her job, whereas he was retired and staying home with all this time on his hands.
That’s when she really started noticing things were different. He would surprise her by cooking breakfast, or making a sandwich for a snack, or bringing her a dish of ice cream, or a little candy bar he’d saved as a special snack while they watched TV together.
It’s so sweet to see.
I guess my point is that he HATED the suggestion that he should do any of those things back when I was a kid, but now he enjoys it as a way for him to express how much he loves her.
His perspective changed over the years. Not from nagging, but from the different perspective that extra time and a walk with death can bring.
None of this would have worked if he hadn’t love her to begin with, though.
So I guess maybe that’s what’s different about your own story.
If the two of you don’t love each other enough anymore (or if you never really did to begin with)… then maybe it can’t be fixed.
I don’t know.
And I’m sorry for the long comment.
I just needed to “remember” that, for my own sake, I guess. To remind myself that once in awhile, people can change, and there are still some rare marriages out there that really do work.
I honestly hope you’re able to find a solution that works as well as possible for both of you.
Thank you for listening, assuming you actually read this far.
(And also feel free to eventually delete the earlier version of this comment that went to moderation because I used the “p” word)
I’m not completely opposed to sharing roles. It just, I’m gone basically 5 days a week. So on my 2 days off, I’m not taking over her roles and catching up on mine.
Once my grandmother complained she wished my grandfather would do the dishes, vacuum etc, I looked at her and said maybe if you mow the lawn (2 acres) and tend the garden, he’d have time and energy to help out inside.
I’d just start ignoring it. Weird how certain people know just how to draw us in, and drive us crazy no matter how predictable it is. Making a person feel absurd for their behavior, while it should be a last resort, is pretty effective when trying to change someone’s behavior. Unless you’re afraid to take such action, and I don’t mean that in “c’mon *****” context, I mean that perhaps she is holding something over your head.
The holding me in thread is if we divorce, I put her on the street with the kids, find a new career and try to keep the kids, or put myself on the street.
Although, I’m piecing a new option together. And so in a week, I’ll be set to pull a trigger. Metaphorical, not literally.
“I’m ready to deep throat a shotgun just to make it stop.”
Damn, there’s a blues song in there somewhere!
Shotgun Blues by Blind Jack Cotton!
Gonna grab me my shotgun, an’ blow away all my blues!
Oh yeah, I’s a-gonna grab me my shotgun, an’ blow away all my blues!
My brain’s gonna splatter all over the walls and my shoes!
I can actually here a lick to that
Right on!
Open G tuning… and let me grab my slide!