bad ways to break silence--long and bad
I feel like ever since I told my boyfriend that I wanted him to have his space to think and heal, that he's been taking advantage of that space. All of the sudden every single issue that I want to talk about is "too deep" and hard for him to think about. I have been taking this at face value because I understand that things have been hard for him lately. I have been giving him his space and I feel like I've been good about it. But I just don't see how talking about what I'm going to do after I finish the job I've got, or about a friend who's been spending a lot of late nights at our place, is a violation of his space, or too deep. It's not fair that I can't even ask to bring up things like this.
Meanwhile the past month hasn't been exactly easy for me either. Needless to say anything involving "my" stuff is "too deep." Up until ten days ago I had been waking up with the sun to commute to school and then staying up until 2 and 3 in the morning to get my own homework done. Because of school and a less-than-ideal child care situation, I took time off of my physically demanding job (working afternoons and weekends was what got me so that I had to pull all nighters in the first place). Although we could easily afford me missing a month of work, I never heard the end of stressed out it made him for me to stop working (this is a sore subject for other reasons too). And even though the semester is over, I still haven't heard the end of how unfair it was to him that I asked him to pitch in more than usual with housework and child care during my finals. And this whole time, I've also been trying to deal with his infidelity and disclosure of his SA, which I only found out about this summer and fall respectively, and some family issues of my own which are hitting the fan, including the rapidly deteriorating health of two people I care about very much. But the fact that I'm overwhelmed is okay, right? I'm like this all the time, right? I work best under pressure, don't I? And he's kind of fragile right now and I should be doing the right thing by him, shouldn't I?
I think everyone here can guess from experience how this story ends. Last night I got very angry with him, angrier probably than I've been since I found out about his affair.
I told him that if he was going to bring up the past 5 weeks that I've been somewhat needy then he should be prepared to hear some stuff that he wasn't going to like about the past 5 years. I told him that he needs to stop being so involved in how much he hurt and disgusted himself by cheating on me and start being a little bit involved in how hurt and disgusted I am since I'm the one he cheated on. (He always talks about his affair like it was something that just happened to him, and the very few times it's come up he stops the conversation and says that he's sickened by it and can't talk or think about it because he's so disgusted at himself. I HAVE NEVER ONCE CHALLENGED HIM ABOUT THIS EVEN THOUGH IT MEANS THAT HE HAS NOT APOLOGIZED. I HAVE NOT EVEN BROUGHT IT UP SINCE THE NIGHT HE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS SA.) I told him that he has all the time in the world to make himself better but maybe not all the time in the world to make our relationship better. And this is the worst one, I told him that I think that he only told me about his abuse to keep me from walking out the door after I found out about his affair, and that if I hadn't found out on my own I still wouldn't know about any of it. I don't even really believe that you guys! I think he was ready to talk about his SA no matter what, but that he probably wouldn't have told me about the girl. But that's not even the point.
After I was done saying all this (basically without interruption, not because I wanted to rant but because he wasn't talking) he just said to me, "I can't do this right now" and I started to cry like I have never cried before. Which of course made him all sad and instantly want to be next to me which I didn't really care about at that point since breathing with a faceful of snot was sort of occupying all my energy. I don't even know how long I cried, but I didn't stop until I was asleep and I gave him a hard time about wanting to lay down next to me.
I wanted us to talk but not like this! I feel terrible about dumping on him all at once like that, and guilty about throwing the almost-end of our relationship in his face, and sorry that he couldn't hear what I needed to say in a better way, and sorry that I couldn't let him care about me when he wanted to, and SO SO worried that this means that he's going to go back to keeping everything secret and quiet. He's not talking about any of his problems or abuse history with anyone except for me yet. He's afraid to go to therapy because of a prior bad experience. I am still here to support him, I do still respect and intend to honor his wishes for space and time, I am still committed to making our life work for as long as he's committed to it. I actually am willing to wait for answers even if it's hard to wait, as long as I feel like I'll get them eventually. Last night I was just so frustrated and afraid that he'd found a new plateau and that we were going to be stuck in "Everything's too deep except my problems with you" Land for the next 6 years. I apologized to him this morning but he just sort of said "okay" very fast like it was all fine and forgotten about.
So now I am sick with myself and worried and afraid and he doesn't want to talk about it. Again. And even though I think that what I said was wrong, I don't think that what I'm feeling--the hurt, the anger about getting no apologies, the frustration with his refusal to listen to everyday stuff, any of it--is wrong. I am a "deep" person. I like depressing poetry and deconstructionism and arty films and I like talking about how I feel much better than I like letting it eat my brain. I've been trying to put all of this on hold just to deal with my hectic life and his difficulties. I don't think I've been dealing with the last six months in a negative or unsupportive way. I just want to be listened to already. I don't think I got listened to and I don't feel better. I am determined not to make this behavior a pattern. I'm kind of at a loss though. I'm going to stop this now.
Sar
Meanwhile the past month hasn't been exactly easy for me either. Needless to say anything involving "my" stuff is "too deep." Up until ten days ago I had been waking up with the sun to commute to school and then staying up until 2 and 3 in the morning to get my own homework done. Because of school and a less-than-ideal child care situation, I took time off of my physically demanding job (working afternoons and weekends was what got me so that I had to pull all nighters in the first place). Although we could easily afford me missing a month of work, I never heard the end of stressed out it made him for me to stop working (this is a sore subject for other reasons too). And even though the semester is over, I still haven't heard the end of how unfair it was to him that I asked him to pitch in more than usual with housework and child care during my finals. And this whole time, I've also been trying to deal with his infidelity and disclosure of his SA, which I only found out about this summer and fall respectively, and some family issues of my own which are hitting the fan, including the rapidly deteriorating health of two people I care about very much. But the fact that I'm overwhelmed is okay, right? I'm like this all the time, right? I work best under pressure, don't I? And he's kind of fragile right now and I should be doing the right thing by him, shouldn't I?
I think everyone here can guess from experience how this story ends. Last night I got very angry with him, angrier probably than I've been since I found out about his affair.
I told him that if he was going to bring up the past 5 weeks that I've been somewhat needy then he should be prepared to hear some stuff that he wasn't going to like about the past 5 years. I told him that he needs to stop being so involved in how much he hurt and disgusted himself by cheating on me and start being a little bit involved in how hurt and disgusted I am since I'm the one he cheated on. (He always talks about his affair like it was something that just happened to him, and the very few times it's come up he stops the conversation and says that he's sickened by it and can't talk or think about it because he's so disgusted at himself. I HAVE NEVER ONCE CHALLENGED HIM ABOUT THIS EVEN THOUGH IT MEANS THAT HE HAS NOT APOLOGIZED. I HAVE NOT EVEN BROUGHT IT UP SINCE THE NIGHT HE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS SA.) I told him that he has all the time in the world to make himself better but maybe not all the time in the world to make our relationship better. And this is the worst one, I told him that I think that he only told me about his abuse to keep me from walking out the door after I found out about his affair, and that if I hadn't found out on my own I still wouldn't know about any of it. I don't even really believe that you guys! I think he was ready to talk about his SA no matter what, but that he probably wouldn't have told me about the girl. But that's not even the point.
After I was done saying all this (basically without interruption, not because I wanted to rant but because he wasn't talking) he just said to me, "I can't do this right now" and I started to cry like I have never cried before. Which of course made him all sad and instantly want to be next to me which I didn't really care about at that point since breathing with a faceful of snot was sort of occupying all my energy. I don't even know how long I cried, but I didn't stop until I was asleep and I gave him a hard time about wanting to lay down next to me.
I wanted us to talk but not like this! I feel terrible about dumping on him all at once like that, and guilty about throwing the almost-end of our relationship in his face, and sorry that he couldn't hear what I needed to say in a better way, and sorry that I couldn't let him care about me when he wanted to, and SO SO worried that this means that he's going to go back to keeping everything secret and quiet. He's not talking about any of his problems or abuse history with anyone except for me yet. He's afraid to go to therapy because of a prior bad experience. I am still here to support him, I do still respect and intend to honor his wishes for space and time, I am still committed to making our life work for as long as he's committed to it. I actually am willing to wait for answers even if it's hard to wait, as long as I feel like I'll get them eventually. Last night I was just so frustrated and afraid that he'd found a new plateau and that we were going to be stuck in "Everything's too deep except my problems with you" Land for the next 6 years. I apologized to him this morning but he just sort of said "okay" very fast like it was all fine and forgotten about.
So now I am sick with myself and worried and afraid and he doesn't want to talk about it. Again. And even though I think that what I said was wrong, I don't think that what I'm feeling--the hurt, the anger about getting no apologies, the frustration with his refusal to listen to everyday stuff, any of it--is wrong. I am a "deep" person. I like depressing poetry and deconstructionism and arty films and I like talking about how I feel much better than I like letting it eat my brain. I've been trying to put all of this on hold just to deal with my hectic life and his difficulties. I don't think I've been dealing with the last six months in a negative or unsupportive way. I just want to be listened to already. I don't think I got listened to and I don't feel better. I am determined not to make this behavior a pattern. I'm kind of at a loss though. I'm going to stop this now.
Sar