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OK, so here's the sitch..
My fault: I had to get the kid's backpack out of DH's truck this morning to empty out and reset for the day today, and when I did, the truck door didn't close properly, so the cabin light stayed on for two hours, so by the time he was ready to take the kids to school, the battery was dead. Big oops. Mea culpa. I didn't realize, and went on to work. It's his day off, his day to take the kids to school (this is a shared responsibility, not his or mine exclusively).
His fault: A), he didn't bring in the backpack (or ensure that the child minds his own things and brings his own backpack, which is kind of the point of even having a backpack at this stage for this kid). For two days.
He didn't get up in time to get the kids to school on time--he called me in a panic 2 minutes before the start of school--first to ask where the kids shoes were (by the backpacks by the door, where they belong). Called back a minute later to ask why he carries a backpack (see rationale above--it's a school mandated thing and works well as evidenced with my older kid). Called back a minute later to freak about the truck. It's about a 20 minute drive to school with no traffic. He *started* calling me at 2 minutes till.
C) He didn't fix the kids breakfast (I was at work by this time and had to leave work to come home, get the kids, find out on the way out of the neighborhood that they haven't eaten, so hello, McDonald's oatmeal..).
When I got there to pick the kids up, I apologized up front, and asked what I could do to help. He waved me off saying he was looking up the right way to do this so he doesn't fry his system, and when I apologized, said "Yeah, I'm still pissed". Not, it's ok, thanks for coming to get em, not even light razzing about the stupidity of not ensuring that the door wasn't closed all the way (which I would have earned). Just giving the clear impression that him standing in his driveway at 15 minutes after when the kids are supposed to be at school is entirely my fault.
for fuck's sake. If one of my kids had given me that after I apologized to them, they would be in the corner for insolence, but I can't do that to my husband.
I mean, I know all the gents here love to rail on about the shit tests. What about other way round? I was at work and had to come home. He should have left at least 1/2 hour, maybe more before. Honestly, he typically leaves about an hour before, as do I when I drop them off, so they have some free play time with their friends before school starts (hint--not public school) and have gotten some wiggles out so they focus better on school. If he had left *when he/we usually does/do*, hell, the battery might not have even been totally dead. And I'm kinda wondering about the condition of his battery if it wears down in two hours of dome light usage. But that's my hamster kicking in, I'm sure.
All's I know is--there's blame all around. Why does he put it on my shoulders?
This is a common thing with him. Something goes wrong, he gets really angry (just loud, not violent), and it's immediately anybody else's fault, usually mine. And he grinds it into the kids when they screw up too..pointing out the fuckup and the accountability is one thing. Guilting the shit out of somebody for doing something (anything) wrong is completely another and it drives me up the wall. I've tried pointing it out to him--
"Hey, I bet your mom used to guilt the shit out of you when you screwed up when you were a kid."
"She sure did."
"I bet you really didn't like it."
"No, I fucking hated it."
"I bet your kids don't like it either."
I'm largely venting here, but if anyone has any ideas how I can counter this behavior, I would LOVE it.
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K, I's probably framing this incident as vent for my frustration about the guilting--which he does a lot.
And not getting himself going in time to see that family obligations are met is also a recurring theme. He's been better lately, but it's not uncharacteristic.
Re: the backpack--OK, I's probably looking for other little shit sticks to throw on the fire. Fair enough. (Bad Hamster!).
Is there any red pill ladylike way to smack down the guilt, though? Seriously. This time it's that.
If we're late for church, it's my fault that everyone wasn't ready, even though I'm dressing me and two kids, he's just dressing himself. Long story, but the kids and I have basically started going to church without him which eases the guilt trips, but...he's the devout one in the family and we're going because HE wanted his kids raised up that way...
If the grocery bill is too high, it's the one or two things that I put in that put us over the top, never the stuff he elects to include (which is usually more). I've changed the grocery shopping to avoid that particular land mine--I now shop *alone* for me n the kids and family dinners on a weekly basis--he's on his own for his own work food.
When he was having a crappy time at his last assignment, THAT was my fault for 'making' us go there (while we can put in our preferences, the military tells us where to go)..he had a first pick for somewhere else, but where we went was an acceptable alternative for him.
Not getting the vehicle he wants, not planning to retire in the happy place of his youth, not getting whatever flash in the pan exciting (and invariably expensive) toy he wants this year--those are all my fault. And yes, he does harbor long term guilt grudges over each of these things as they have been brought up repeatedly over the years.
Is it really only avoided through case by case problem solving, or is there a way to smack that shit down?
I don't want to blame each other over stupid little shit. I'd like to run missteps as a --hey, we didn't do that well. Let's not do that again.--kind of scenario and move on, but he tosses on the blame, which gets me first into a--Fuck! I really screwed that up!--cycle and then into --but wait, I'm not the only guilty one, He screwed up too!--rotation. And then we wind up assigning blame and working apart instead of together.
*sigh* perhaps it's just one of those things in which I can only seek to work on myself and not fall into the guilt traps...but it still lights me up when I see him doing it to the kids, setting them up for a follow on generation of guilting. He and his brother still do it to each other and it is UTTERLY crazymaking.
Great stuff, MissusP. This is the first school year for both kids, and the little guy is in pre-school--I know that I myself am adjusting out of the full effort management phase of kids. --Gotta retrain myself!
@fredless, no, he's not running a MAP. Bought him the book, read it myself, implemented my own LAP (Lady's Action Plan), and I keep dropping helpful tidbits of info here and there--which he likes and seems to gobble up--cause let's face it, MMSL is all about getting a dude laid, right? What's not to love?
And you're right, @MissusP--the most beneficial changes that have occurred have been because I dropped the ball and let him pick it up. The one place I have a hard time doing that, though, is my kids. It makes me spit some nails if they don't make it to school because DH couldn't get out of bed on time. It'll get easier, as the kids get older and more self-reliant, but we're very early on that path.
With the vehicles, it's usually getting an additional vehicle that we don't need, and when I was SAHM, represented a signficant additional burden on our finances. He asked me if he could get a pretty little roadster--and I agree it's pretty--but it's a two seater, utterly impractical, and with one income, didn't have the finances for it. Then it was motorcycles to save on gas for a long commute--TWO motorcycles, mind you. Yes, the loan payments and insurance far outweighed any benefit in gas money. We hit financial rocks, and I told him he needed to sell them since it wasn't possible for him to increase his income to cover what they were draining from our budget. Then a jet ski. A boat. An airplane (OK, he had the airplane, but sold it because he thought he couldn't transfer to a new duty station with it, so that's the military's fault, not mine). And if I ever pushed back, I'd get some flack for always "shutting down what he wants" is the direct quote.
Every now and then I still hear about how he'll never have a [pretty little roadster] or how he misses his motorcyclesthatmyharpywifemademesell. *sigh*
So now I've got a job, and am not dependent on his income for the food in my babes' mouths, and yes, he's gone out and gotten another vehicle. But he bought it, free and clear, and how he's insuring it is his business, so I'm blissfully ignorant. I worry, though, when he gets an itch to take on another vehicle that DOES require payments. If it upsets the finances enough to where he's unable to pull his side of the household, when does it become irresponsible of me not to yank him up by the collar and tell him to fix it?
And if I 'let him see that he's the boss', which is a concept I generally support, there are aspects, such as where we'll go *next* (he picked this duty station..I didn't argue on it at all--good place, so yay for me, but still..)--where I'm kind of afraid of losing all authority.
"There are no right biscuits." – Mandrill
"There are no right biscuits." – Mandrill
@Joskin_Nodd, LOVE it. Your reputation of pithy comebacks rightly preceeds you. @NeotheLeo, also reasonable.
My current response is to just let it drop when the guilt cannon fires, but you're right, I think calling them out for the absurdities that they are might serve to at least let him recognize what he's doing--hopefully with the end result that if his nose is slapped with a newspaper enough when he does it to me, he'll not do it to the kids? It's worth a try, anyway.
"There are no right biscuits." – Mandrill
"There are no right biscuits." – Mandrill
In re-reading, I realize that I wasn't clear about coming home--he asked if there was anything wrong with the truck, and I explained that I'd gotten the backpack out and meant to lock it back up, but forgot on my way out the door. He told me the battery was dead then, and at that point, realizing that was my mistake, I offered to come home and take the kids, and he said that'd be a good idea--he didn't tell me to come home.
Of course, by the time I got there, he was in mid piss-fit.
He'd hooked up his other car to the truck, which is where he was when he said that he was trying to do it right so as not to fry the system (read: so I can unfuck your error, woman).
It now occurs to me that if he could move the other car enough to hook up jumper cables, he prolly coulda piled the kids in the car and been on his merry way....but it's much more fun to deflect a failed morning onto the stupid girl who killed your truck. Yes, I know what trucks mean to men, and I really do try to touch it as little as possible just in case something like this might happen. The only dent on it was *his* doing (I can't tell you how relieved I am about that every time I see it).
"There are no right biscuits." – Mandrill
There's SO much less pressure now that we have dual incomes. ALL our accounts are separate--our checking accounts are linked, but we can't just go in and take anything out of the others--unless we log in as the account's owner. We both know how to do that, but haven't out of respect for each other.
The spreadsheets et al are pretty much how I talked him out of the motorcycles...he couldn't argue with the numbers once they were in front of him. Long term goals are harder to tackle....we definitely need to get better about talking (I've got a few other threads on that issue alone).
For now, with the accounts separate, it's pretty clear that he has no one to blame but himself for any financial transgressions. He pays the house bills, I pay the kid bills (daycare, etc), and we both pay our own car bills. The house bills have been dropped once or twice, and all it took was a frantic call from his poor, defenseless wife and mother of his two defenseless small children about the toilets that wouldn't flush and no water in the house for that to get straightened out. :^)
And thank you, gents, for confirming that I'm not nuts to think 2hrs dome light usage is not enough to kill a decent battery.