SJT63Senior Contributor
To Christmas or not to Christmas?
Those of you who "know" me know that, like many others, Mr S and I have had a very bad year.
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I have to confess that I don't "get" the way some people mark the anniversaries of bad things for decades afterwards. I was widowed and the "year of firsts" was almost unbearable. This year, Mr S has just marked 35 years since he broke up with Kathryn, 2 girlfriends and a wife ago. He marked it by taking it out on me for three days.
To Christmas or not to Christmas, that is the question.
Whether ‘til nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of his phone not working, or the room being too hot, or the fan being too cold, or the dinner being too late, or running out of chocolate to eat during the night, or the water too warm, or his step-father too old, or his sister too selfish, or the birds too loud, or me too tired, or the coffee not the same, …. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
Christmas 2018
I had known him 6 months. It was an unmitigated disaster but there had been a terrible catastrophe in October that sparked a very bad 3 month long episode which I nursed him through. A week after Christmas was my birthday and for my birthday I received 6 tearful telephone conversations.
That’s ok, it was a one off…. right?
November 2019 His Birthday. We go again and he is fine during the day, taking out all his anger and frustration out on me during the night. When we are there he has no patience or resilience whatsoever. I decided I wouldn’t go back after a major tantrum because someone ate the last piece of cake in the fridge.
Christmas 2019 and because I am weak, and soft, and so, so forgiving I do down for Christmas where again he is Mr Bon Vivant during the day and I become the whipping boy at night. I become exhausted and snappy. I wonder what on earth his family think of this woman who can hardly keep her eyes open at their gatherings. Much later I find out they know, they can hear him, they are worried for me. We go back to my place afterwards that year and he goes straight to bed for a week. No food, no bathing, no meds.
My Birthday 2020 and I think an extract from my journal says it all.
Happy f…….g birthday - losing it with me all the time while I pretend on the phone to all and sundry everything's fine. Everything I say is being twisted and used against me while I attend to his every whim at the sound of the bell - I just want to run away. 4 days with little food and no meds - this morning I am a sanctimonious b…h who has always made the entire relationship about me and my needs alone.
His Birthday 2020 and he already had it in for his sister because they had mum’s 80th the day before her actual birthday. Borders were shut, we couldn’t go, but three months later he is still seething about it. I've no idea why, mum had a lovely day.
Basically, same old same old. The sister made me promise that he would behave himself this time after he’d been so awful on the phone and because Mr S had been reasonable for several weeks I thought we’d be fine. He was fine until we got out of the car.
Something about being there, with the sister, sets him off. I don’t know what but I do know he takes it out on me. I cannot fix their internet or control the weather or help it if he’s forgotten socks (I don’t pack for him, he’s a grown man)(should I?). I cannot stop him tripping over the front step or his coffee going cold… these are the trivialities he loses his temper about.
It doesn’t start out as being angry with me but morphs that way if I can’t think of a response he feels is adequate, or quick enough or heaven forbid I look angry, bored, distressed or pay anything but rapt attention to the garbage he is spouting.
So four weeks ago his sister emailed me to tell me that we were no longer welcome there.
Then she said the boys and I were welcome but not her brother.
She has since relented but has said she will not sit idle while he abuses me any longer. I am now not only terrified of what he will do and say to me while we’re there, but the consequences of her interfering.
I am also too scared to tell him I don’t want to go.
I am a mess. I can’t work and I’m in constant pain from holding so much tension in my body that I just can’t shake. My neck keeps locking in position and I have an ice pick in my temples.
When I try to discuss my feelings he derails me in one of two ways; threatening self harm or saying that everyone always blames him for everything.
How do I get out of this trip without ruining our relationship and without him resorting to his usual unproductive self-flagellation?