I’ve been dating this wonderful, kind, supportive, funny, smart woman for the last three years (I’ve known her literally since kindergarten, though we’ve been out of touch for periods lasting decades in the interim) and we’ve gotten along swimmingly since we’ve been dating. But she has one trait that is causing me to consider breaking up with her, and I thought I’d describe this trait here (though to me this issue is anything but Mundane or Pointless) to see if anyone has ideas I haven’t been considering.
Simply, she suffers from Convenient Amnesia.
Not a medical condition, it seems to be a behavior she’s learned to cope with criticism of any kind.
For example, if we have some mild argument, and are trying to rehash it to see what went wrong, I’ll say “Okay, when you said X…” and she cuts me off:
“I never said X.”
Me: “You didn’t? I thought I remember hearing X. That’s what the whole argument was about.”
Her: “Never. Didn’t say it, didn’t think it. Never happened.”
Me: “Well, this is tantamount to telling me that I’ve got hearing problems or something but okay,” and the discussion ends.
Until, often within the hour, she’s back to saying “X” again.
Me: “There! You just said ‘X’!”
Her: “Yeah? So what’s your point?”
Me (excited now): “What’s my fricking POINT?! Less than an hour ago you said you never thought or said ‘X’.”
Her: “When did I say that?”
ME: “Forty-five minutes ago! You were sitting on the couch, you had a class of Chardonnay in your left hand, ‘Jeopardy’ was on the TV, during a commercial, and YOU–SAID-X!”
Her: “You don’t have to yell at me. We obviously are remembering events differently.”
Me: “I’m sorry to yell, but this is very upsetting to me.”
Her: “Well, now, I’m angry at you for taking a nasty tone with me. Let’s drop it for a while.”
If we do drop it, of course we’re soon back to “I never said ‘X’. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Now, “X” is often extremely trivial. Maybe it’s an issue like “Are there any crackers in the house?” or “When I got into the car, the gas tank was empty. I thought you were going to fill it,” or some such, where I’m raising an issue that could find her mildly at fault. Normally, I’m the kind of guy who copes with this kind of problem okay. If I hear “I know I said I’d fill the tank, but I was running late and I forgot this time” and I’ll just go, “Okay, but could you give me a heads-up in the future? I’d appreciate it.” And that’s it. But instead I’m getting something like, “I did fill the gas tank.”
“No, you didn’t. I think I’d know if there was gas in the car this morning. There was not. The needle was square on ‘E’.”
“Are you sure? I’m certain that I filled it.”
“How can you be certain, if I had to fill it myself? Do you need to see my gas station receipt dated this morning?”
“Don’t talk to me in that tone. Maybe I’m mixing this morning up with last week, maybe you’re misremembering the morning you filled the tank.”
“Here’s the receipt.”
“Okay, so I made the mistake. What are you so excited about?”
“I’m excited about the fact that we’re having this stupid, frutrating conversation because you were ‘certain’ about something that didn’t happen.”
“I said I made a mistake. Anyone could make that mistake. You don’t make mistakes?”
“Of course you could make a mistake. But what you can’t do is to say you’re ‘certain’ about something that never happened. That’s belligerent and provocative.”
“When did I say I was ‘certain’? I never said I was ‘certain.’”
“Two minutes ago! That’s what’s got me so riled up. Do you think I’m imagining that you said the word that I’m taking such exception to?”
“We’ll never know what I said or didn’t say, but I don’t get why you seem so mad at me. Let’s drop it.”
Other than this recurrent Convenient Amnesia, and the problems it implies (to me, anyway) that any criticism is so intolerable to her that she prefers creating a shitstorm to acknowledging being at fault in any way, she’s really a wonderful, generous, thoughtful caring person who (most of the time) I feel very tenderly about.
But I can’t take much more of this. I’m walking around some days, rehashing our trivial arguments in my head all day long, and it’s getting so I’m reluctant to say anything mildly critical, ever, for fear that a 30 second conversation will turn into one of these frustrating Amnesia-fests, so I find myself resenting being stifled.
I don’t really want out of this relationship, but I don’t feel very good about remaining in it, either.
Anyone have a take on this pattern that will help me cope any better? Thanks.