I've not posted for ages, I've been really trying very very hard to be positive around Mr H, and also we have had visitors for the past 3 weekends - downside of living fairly near the coast! But his constant desire to have things his way have almost caused a fight this weekend. I say almost, because I have backed down as usual so as not to accelerate things. Several things have driven me to the edge over the past week or so.
1. When our adult children visit, Mr H is keen for them to leave as close to lunchtime as possible on the Sunday, this works for me too, as I can get on with stripping beds etc, but, as ever, he takes it all too far. My eldest son and girlfriend were here this weekend, arrived Friday evening, planned to leave Sunday after lunch. Mr H decided that in order to prevent them "hanging around all afternoon" he would book a table at a local pub for lunch, so he booked for 12 midday. All well and good but who wants to eat a massive Sunday lunch at 12? The kids (not kids as such, in their 20's!) didn't surface till 11ish, so we got there, ordered, and none of us managed to eat more than a few mouthfuls. Total waste of money. I have said to him several times (this has happened before) that it might be better to offer them a huge breakfast/brunch before sending them on their way. He is considering it.
2. The weather. Mr H seems to think that weather forecasts are true, so he will plan something because the BBC say that it won't rain until 5pm. When it rains at 4, he is distraught, his plans are ruined!
3. Crowds and public events. Yesterday afternoon there was an air display just a few miles from home, including a display by the red arrows, off we went, had to park in a ploughed field which he wasn't happy with, then the crowds upset him somewhat. Not sure what he had expected but the promise of a flypast by 2 Lancaster bombers was always going to attract a crowd. He decided that he didn't want to wait to see the red arrows as we'd be able to see it from home. Of course we didn't. He moaned because the Lancasters flypast was early, moaned because there were huge queues for the ice cream vans, moaned because I'd left the bottle of water in the car moaned because when we got home we couldn't see the red arrows. Moaned and moaned and moaned. Boring man.
4. Not listening/ expecting instant response to his questions. It's our wedding anniversary today, 10 years of bliss - ha ha! We had a fairly good day, walked the dog, nice breakfast etc, I burnt a load of garden rubbish while he faffed with the computer, and came out several times to tell me that it was going to rain - it didn't. Later on it all went wrong again, he asked me to do something, (so pathetic, I had the TV remote and he wanted me to turn the volume up) I said "in a minute", he wanted it doing immediately and insisted that I hadn't responded to him. I agreed with him, that I had obviously imagined that I had spoken. He accepts this, not realising that I think he is a tw*t. Happy anniversary, he is now asleep in front of the TV in the front room, due to several glasses of wine. He managed to wake up to eat, and after our evening meal I joined him in the living room, he was moaning that he was cold. I offered to put the heating on......"there's no point when the back door's wide open" he says. I pointed out that he had seen me shut the back door over an hour previously. "I forgot" he said.
I wonder if we are actually on the same planet, never mind in the same house.
This is so very very boring. I know that his Aspergers is mostly why he behaves like this, but he is
sometimes a very unpleasant tyrant and bully and I sometimes wish I had never married him.
Hannah x
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