medusa999 wrote:@Candid--I typed "Most". Not "all". My father was unbearable most of the time, yes. And I spent a LOT of time in my room as a kid.
@Leo V. I didn't run away and cry. I am not a crier. What I DO is go off by myself and plan my revenge. LOL!! The point is is that it is getting to be annoying enough to where I just might get angry enough to put his beloved smart TV through the window. Also, it is interesting that you mention the Eastern seaboard. THAT is where I am from!
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@Leo V. I didn't run away and cry. I am not a crier. What I DO is go off by myself and plan my revenge. LOL!! The point is is that it is getting to be annoying enough to where I just might get angry enough to put his beloved smart TV through the window. Also, it is interesting that you mention the Eastern seaboard. THAT is where I am from!
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OOOHHHH! Hi Medusa…. Home Girl!
Darn! I thought you were from the Midwest of something, and just didn’t understand where your husband was coming from. But you do (as you say… you are not running away to ‘cry’… you are running away to plot your Revenge… like any respectable East Coast Girl). I miss YOU GIRLS so much. One of my Fondest Memories…. I am not kidding… is that I was so drunk that I left Local Diner while forgetting to pay. So the Waitress followed me home. When I got out of my cheap junky young man’s car, there she was with a 357 Magnum Smith and Wesson Revolver stuck in my face. And she said as politely as a Saint, “Well, Sweety, do you think you forgot something?” Oh! She was the cutest thing… not taller than 5 foot 3, and light enough to blow away with a huff and a puff, but she had me Down Cold. Drunk or not, I am still Glib and Congenial, and gave her a twenty dollar bill for her confidence, and agreed to go back to the diner and go through all the appropriate ‘Paying the Bill and Leaving a Tip’ rituals, in order to preserve my Respectability… it was a Big Tip!
But that episode left me with a lasting impression of how tough the East Coast Girls are. The Guys really need to watch out…. If the Mafia doesn’t kill you, then some Girl might… leaving an empty wallet for the police to ponder.
Oh, Medusa… during the day, I actually remembered something… well Two Things. First: at Work, operating Dangerous Machinery, an Old Guy will train a New Guy on how to Operate Everything. It will all be calm and placid, smooth and gentile, but the Moment that the Old Guy even THINKS that the New Guy might reach for a button or turn for a setting that could have dangerous consequences, WELL, the Warning can be Loud and Gruff… because, well, it has to be. Human Beings have a wide Span of Vocal Tones for a Reason. A guy can talk softly and calmly when nothing is really important, but when it is about Life Or Death, then it is “Don’t Touch That” in a tone which would make the New Guy feel like an idiot. But guess what? Unless the New Guy is sexually confused or something, well, he shrugs and takes it…. After all, he DID reach for the dangerous button, didn’t he? Pragmatic Practicality trumps all with Guys.
Now, yes, his tone might just be coming out of stress and fatigue (maybe you don’t realize how much crap a Proud Man has to swallow, in America, in order to bring home a Pay Check). Yeah, they treat you Okay at Work… but the Boss wants to … well, the Boss ‘thinks’ about you and does not want to limit his options with you by being mean and nasty with you… like with all the Men who he would fire in a second without the least remorse – fire the guy and eat a big dinner and have a good night’s sleep. Anyway, maybe you don’t realize how frustrating and humiliating it is to be a Guy trying to bring home a sufficient paycheck.
So, if your Husband come home and is still a little bit jumpy, well, treat it like Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome…. Like he just got home after being shot at by Taliban and waving through traffic to avoid Improvised Explosive Devices. Guys have it hard. Boss hate guys. You need to show some patience… I say with all respect. NOW, I know that you are a Tough Chick…. I know where you are from…. You have your Pride….GOD BLESS YOU…. But your Husband is living in a harder world than yours. You don’t know it, but people cut you a lot of slack… and only just because, well…. You know… They Just Want To Get In Your Pants… you’re a Big Girl… you know that. Your husband does not have that same advantage. He is working Hard for the Money, and, yes, it takes its toll.
Yes, you are used to the Old Dating Days when he would coo loving words to you like some Love Bird Pidgeon… God Bless Him and cherish those memories, but DATING and REAL LIFE are different.
So, well, I HATE to go South in all of this, but, really, for the sake of your Marriage, could you try to understand and “STAND BY YOUR MAN”… and try to forget all those annoying fiddles and banjoes…
BUT… if he really steps out of line…. a half way decent revolver only costs about $350 bucks. If he taxes your endurance too much, then wave the gun in his face and tell him the New House Rules, with a pleasant smile on your face.. like a waitress going after a Check Jumper where she doesn’t know whether it was just forgetfulness or intentional (and she finds out just by the look in his eyes). Oh, in other parts of the Country, a guy might feel unduly upset with having his life threatened with a gun… but if he is a local boy, then he should already be used to it… or get used to it fast enough.
Hey, Medusa… I am a tough and proud guy, and think that Guys should be King of the House, but, just like in CHESS, the Queen has a Million more Moves than the King does. The HOUSE belongs to the Girl. It’s always been like that. The Girl Raises the Kids and Throws all the Parties and the Guy sits on his butt and watches TV. The BOSS of the House is the Wife. You can make the Rules… but, PLEASE, use your discernment and consideration… guys DO have it tough… cut your Man some slack..