piglet
12-17-07, 06:18 PM
ok. On a little break from marriage counseling, to let the dust settle a bit. We're just about due to go back, since we agreed to go in January again, and it's fraying around the edges a bit.
What drives me nuts is the dependency thing. He acts on some things, both on small stuff like how to address a bill, and on major huge stuff like an ongoing health issue of his, like he has no ability to think or decide for himself. He just floats along. He tells me he's not happy with this doctor, has been telling me this for YEARS now, and I just mumble mmmhmm now because I know how this dance goes. He goes in for a visit, tests or whatever, asks the doc some questions, gets a non-answer pat on the head and "It's all good, come back in three months" and comes back and tells me "It's all good and I'm going back in three months". "I say "What did he say about ______" and when hubby tells me the response, it's some kind of nonanswer, or an answer to some OTHER question he didn't ask, and his question is just left there twitching on the ground. And the times I have said "You know, you've said for years you don't like this guy, why don't you get a second opinion", his answer is that he doesn't want to upset this doctor.
Oh. My. God. Hold me back. He sees how this is an ongoing problem for me. How it scares me that the father of my children has this ongoing issue that isn't being addressed to our satisfaction. THAT doesn't bother him at alll. Torment your life partner, mother of your children, with anxiety and concern for your health while you spend years not getting a full night of uninterrupted sleep, and of course being sensitive and grouchy from all that not sleeping - that's not any concern to him at all, not nearly as much as the fantasy that Daddy Figure Doctor might be mad at him. Excuse me, you're the adult patient, you are in the driver's seat, tell the man in a firm and polite way that you want to hear some other ideas on your case, and this board-certified urologist will be just fine with that.
(Insert long string of dirty words). It's CHILDISH. And I'm supposed to be supportive of this, and say enough - I'm a nurse and he expects some intelligent input from me - but not too much, because then I'm being controlling. (More dirty words... dirtier... filthy ones... yeah, that's what I'm thinking).
Okay. He's scared. I know that. I'm scared too. And so far handing all the control to this doctor who's running a mill and rushing us through with now real listening to our concerns is NOT making us feel any less scared. Hmm, maybe time for a new viewpoint? After this many years?
God. I'm trying to vent so I can speak to him in a constructive way and not shut him down with a storm of my own emotions. But (more dirty words) last night after a party he interpreted some look of invitation I gave him as I circulated the room - a look that meant "Wanna join me?" - to him that look meant I was trying to control him, to get him to come when I called him.
Did I say "hold me back?" Are you holding me back? As much as I've held myself back from stepping in and taking the wheel on this and other issues, as much as I've gritted my teeth and stepped back, he's got the nerve to say I'm trying to control him when I wanted to introduce him around at a party. I'm really ready to rip him a new orifice.
On his plus side, he's a good and faithful husband, hard working, in a healing profession, and cares for my mother as if she were his own. He has an intelligent mind that at our best, works in a nice point-counterpoint kind of way with mine, and we share our overal values, as in, not really into acquiring things, valuing education, some ways similar senses of humor... and damn it, my heart leaps in my chest when he looks at me just that way.
So, where shall I put the new orifice? Someplace that doesn't mess up his handsome mug.
Seriously, what is this paranoia aobut "control"? I mean, Lord, I have more to do with my brain already, I sure don't need to run a whole 'nother person on it.
What drives me nuts is the dependency thing. He acts on some things, both on small stuff like how to address a bill, and on major huge stuff like an ongoing health issue of his, like he has no ability to think or decide for himself. He just floats along. He tells me he's not happy with this doctor, has been telling me this for YEARS now, and I just mumble mmmhmm now because I know how this dance goes. He goes in for a visit, tests or whatever, asks the doc some questions, gets a non-answer pat on the head and "It's all good, come back in three months" and comes back and tells me "It's all good and I'm going back in three months". "I say "What did he say about ______" and when hubby tells me the response, it's some kind of nonanswer, or an answer to some OTHER question he didn't ask, and his question is just left there twitching on the ground. And the times I have said "You know, you've said for years you don't like this guy, why don't you get a second opinion", his answer is that he doesn't want to upset this doctor.
Oh. My. God. Hold me back. He sees how this is an ongoing problem for me. How it scares me that the father of my children has this ongoing issue that isn't being addressed to our satisfaction. THAT doesn't bother him at alll. Torment your life partner, mother of your children, with anxiety and concern for your health while you spend years not getting a full night of uninterrupted sleep, and of course being sensitive and grouchy from all that not sleeping - that's not any concern to him at all, not nearly as much as the fantasy that Daddy Figure Doctor might be mad at him. Excuse me, you're the adult patient, you are in the driver's seat, tell the man in a firm and polite way that you want to hear some other ideas on your case, and this board-certified urologist will be just fine with that.
(Insert long string of dirty words). It's CHILDISH. And I'm supposed to be supportive of this, and say enough - I'm a nurse and he expects some intelligent input from me - but not too much, because then I'm being controlling. (More dirty words... dirtier... filthy ones... yeah, that's what I'm thinking).
Okay. He's scared. I know that. I'm scared too. And so far handing all the control to this doctor who's running a mill and rushing us through with now real listening to our concerns is NOT making us feel any less scared. Hmm, maybe time for a new viewpoint? After this many years?
God. I'm trying to vent so I can speak to him in a constructive way and not shut him down with a storm of my own emotions. But (more dirty words) last night after a party he interpreted some look of invitation I gave him as I circulated the room - a look that meant "Wanna join me?" - to him that look meant I was trying to control him, to get him to come when I called him.
Did I say "hold me back?" Are you holding me back? As much as I've held myself back from stepping in and taking the wheel on this and other issues, as much as I've gritted my teeth and stepped back, he's got the nerve to say I'm trying to control him when I wanted to introduce him around at a party. I'm really ready to rip him a new orifice.
On his plus side, he's a good and faithful husband, hard working, in a healing profession, and cares for my mother as if she were his own. He has an intelligent mind that at our best, works in a nice point-counterpoint kind of way with mine, and we share our overal values, as in, not really into acquiring things, valuing education, some ways similar senses of humor... and damn it, my heart leaps in my chest when he looks at me just that way.
So, where shall I put the new orifice? Someplace that doesn't mess up his handsome mug.
Seriously, what is this paranoia aobut "control"? I mean, Lord, I have more to do with my brain already, I sure don't need to run a whole 'nother person on it.