I do not understand the reactions of some people when you try to do something nice for them. My husband is a cactus/plant nut, he’s really good at it too. Well, we just had this huge storm with a couple of hours of high winds, and it occurred to me that one of his tall cacti (?) may have blown over, so I opened the blinds to check, and sure enough, the plant had blown over. I told him it had, and that I would go get it. It is not like I have not picked up this plant before. I grew up in New Mexico. We have a *&^%load of cactus varieties here. I am used to dealing with them. He got all pissed off about it to begin with, and when I told him (nicely) that I would go take care of it, he just turned on me, and in a very inappropriate tone for the situation informed me that HE would take care of it, that I did not know how. He has no idea how many times I have picked that damn plant and others back up after wind storms. He stopped just short of yelling at me about a fucking plant. We were watching a movie, and I decided I did not want to be there, so I came to my office, and now I am “getting an attitude.” Excuse me? I do not want to be near a person who is in a negative mood, and is telling me that I have an attitude? Who the hell yelled at who in this scenario? So, I left. I was having trouble watching the movie anyway; “The Land of Blood and Honey.”
He is under a lot of stress now, which I understand. I have been through a similar event myself, but I did what I was supposed to do. He did not and is now suffering the consequences. Hey, if there is one thing I have learned having had Bipolar I for some 20 years, it is that life happens. Sometimes you can control it, and sometimes you can’t. Well, this is a situation that should never have happened because he failed to do what he was supposed to do. So, it is his fault that the ramifications that have occurred did so. It is not rocket science. I understand that he is tense. I really didn’t like having the IRS sending me letters that they were going to levy me, or garnish my wages. I couldn’t afford that, so I stayed on top of them, and made sure they were aware of my situation, and made payment arrangements which I fulfilled. Sometimes life is so freaking easy, and a person has to go and make it difficult. And he says, I cannot live without creating chaos and crisis. All I see from him is chaos and crisis. That and he goes through what I think may be Cyclothymia (soft Bipolar) which is a cyclical period of depression followed by a normal period. For those who follow this blog, you know very well how other people’s moods can affect yours, and you are probably aware of the “Bipolar Spectrum.” Cyclothymia is bipolar without mania.
I just do not appreciate the fact that he has this thing hanging over him, and he won’t talk about it to me, because I am too “young” to know anything about anything. If he would only listen to me when I speak about my past as a junkie, an alcoholic, a speed freak, the suicide attempts. But he says he has heard it all before. Hardly, I lived that life for almost 20 years before I straightened out. I know what trouble is, I know all about bad things happening to good people, I know and understand deeply the feeling of loss, I know all about what it is like to have people wanting to kill you because they think you ratted someone out and now they are in jail or prison. I know and understand so much, but I am too young. I am 41 years old for fuck’s sake. If I haven’t learned anything about life in that frame of time, then I am sorely out of luck. I hate it when he does the “more time on the block thing.” We were just on different blocks, but the lessons learned are the same as well as different. I have friends who are ex-cons that are some of the best people in the world. I can relate to people whose lives are troubled because mine was for a long time.
He just thinks because I grew up in a “small” city that I know nothing of life. Unless, my head has been in the sand for a good 25 years, I have learned a lot. He just thinks he knows everything because he grew up an ethnic minority in a big Mid-Western city. BFD, I grew up an ethnic minority in a Southwestern city. I got the crap beat out of me everyday I was in school. Until the private school. That was a whole new brand of bullying. At least when someone hits you, you can hit them back, and they’ll usually leave you alone if you hit them hard enough. Drawing blood helps, too. But, the private school? I was not prepared for that kind of psychological bullying. And, I came out of those experiences knowing I could take care of myself, and being a little more sensitive and wiser about people. But, him, no, he has a fucking chip on his shoulder the size of a small boulder. Mine has been slowly eroded by therapy and medication and Nichiren Buddhism.
I understand he is tense and upset, but to take it out on me was uncalled for because now I am in a bad mood, whereas before, I was feeling a bit more sympathetic to his plight. Now, I just feel cold, and my opinion is, he did it to himself. He has no one to blame, and he tried to blame me. Fuck that! I have nothing to do with this, and had he told me anything about what was happening, I would have advised him to continue on the path he was on. Which is the one that was working things out between him and the creditor. I have the lowest credit score in the world, and I have had numerous accounts sold to collectors. I have had them threaten to sue me. Go for it….you can’t get blood out of a rock. I just do not really care. I have more important things to worry about; like my health and maintaining a healthy lifestyle because then the mood swings are less frequent, and if my mood swings are less frequent, then life around here is a lot more pleasant. i cannot even begin to explain how many times I have faked a better mood than the one I was in just to keep the peace. If I stopped and let every little thing bother me, I’d be in a mental hospital. Been there before too many times.
So, now we are both pissed off. And, all I was trying to do was be a good wife, and do something for him so he could relax and watch the movie. I just gotta what the fuck?!?!?!?!?! (Sorry for the cursing in this post. I am pissed off. Which would be why I am here and he is there). It is better that way for now. And I am sure after the movie, he is going to run to his little computer porn sites because they are a “diversion” for him. But, that is a whole different post.