Marital Discord for Breakfast

You're Not the Boss of ME !!!

The last few days have been a little rough. Felt like I went white water rafting without the raft. Been wrapped up in how I was going to handle this blessed but stressful retirement event. Didn’t take into account how Mr. Husband was handling it. Turns out the answer is not well. When he gets stressed he tends to morphs into his father and start pontificating from his throne (e-z-boy-recliner.)

I feel like I’m being tested. Hmmm…just how much of me can you stand, darling wife? He has taken to hanging around the house in grey droopy gyms shorts and no shirt, rubbing his belly, with his glasses hanging off the end of his nose. He looks for all the world, like a half-naked version of Rush Limbaugh. I’m a Democrat so, to put it mildly, anything that brings to mind ole’ Rush gives me the heaves and an almost overwhelming desire to get in my car and drive 100 mph to Venezuela, just crashing through the border crossings without looking back. Don’t ask me why there. It’s just the farthest away on the continent I can picture driving.

He has taken to barking orders at me like I’m a misbehaving field hand, in public, in a restaurant, in front of his mother. Perhaps this is a less than graceful attempt to feel more in control of the situation? I don’t know, I’m not a psychologist. Needless to say, the barking went over like a lead balloon. We haven’t really come to any resolution of this yet. He explains “why he did it.” My retort is “so if you have a reason, it’s ok to engage in unacceptable behavior?” This leaves me no assurance that this won’t happen again the next time you “have a reason.”

At the moment we’re at a stalemate, like 2 bull elks with their horns stuck together.

6 responses

  1. looking forward to how this one resolves *hahah* i’m awarding with you the versatile blogger award! http://zenmamajo.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/and-the-versatile-blogger-award-goes-to/ – looking forward to reading your fun facts!..i’m off to read your marriage confessions post…

    1. oh wait…that is a blog roll – okay – i’m off!

  2. The fun is just beginning. I presume Mr Husband is already retired?

    Let me just say that five months down the road Mr Husband of Titirangi is still uncertain of what I am doing here and shouldn’t I be off somewhere doing something, anything, as long as it is not something here? And must I clean the kitchen so often (I don’t.) And the vacumming was done last week. (And???) And despite the fact that I spend most of my time in my office working on a half dozen projects I’ve got going, I’m still here… and… I get accused of ignoring him.

    This could take years…

    1. Mr Husband works from home for his families business. This has been the case for 10 years. I think this has compounded his habit of viewing presentable clothing as something that has to be endured in only extreme circumstances. I have to give him credit that he does put on jeans if we go out on the weekend. This only took 6 years of arguing. He almost never goes anywhere. I’ve often wondered if he would start growing moss. I’ve actually asked him “how can I miss you if you’re never gone?” We have a housekeeper who comes in once a week, so not much work there. And he woudn’t complain. Don’t think he’d even notice. His entire life revolves around staying in his office playing computer games. (oh I meant “working”) 🙂 When all is said and done, I have a pretty good life. If I just ignore his barking. I haven’t learned how to do that selectively though. So when I ignore him, he actually startles me when he walks in the room.

  3. barking husband, deaf wife

    1. LOL I’ll get an MP3 player that looks like a hearing aid and pretend it’s turned off!

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