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Are there really so many guys out there who would prefer to stop answering their phones when their girlfriends call rather than a) have a talk about it or b) break up with their girlfriends? I’m a little stunned.
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A fellow with whom I used to paddle after work was like that. He was happily married to a woman who freaked out if he was a couple of minutes late, and who would having screaming fits over the telephone when he called in. She regularly called his friends demanding to know where he was if he was a few minutes late coming home from work. On several occasions, she called the hospitals in town when he was not even half-an-hour late. When she insisted that he carry a cell phone at all times, he got in the habit of not answering her call, so one day when he was not home precisely on time from paddling, she hopped in her car, tracked us down at the river take-out point, darn near ran down one of us as her vehicle came sliding to a stop, hopped out and started beating on her husband, who was trying to wiggle out of his wetsuit at the time. The rest of us were howling with laughter, for here was this half-naked fellow at the side of the road, trapped by his own wetsuit, getting pounded by his wife, with him begging throughout the assault: “Yes, dear” [smack] “I’m sorry, honey” [smack] “I didn’t mean to be late” [smack].
Later, when asked by us why he couldn’t simply tell her that he might be late on occasion, he said that it just made her upset, and that it was a lot easier to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission.
It seemed sortta wierd to me, but he insisted that he was happily married, and that the make-up sex was so amazing that sometimes he got leg cramps.
Being the asshole that I am, a few weeks later I painted “The Human Probe” in small letters on the back of his paddling helmet. When she asked me what it meant, I said that a probe is the person we send down through rapids and waterfalls first if we don’t know how tricky it will be and want to see what will happen to the paddler. Kipawa River Photographs She never talked to me again after that (which was a good thing, for it put an end to her calling me, hysterically demanding to know where her husband was.) The next time I saw after I wrote on his helmet, he had quite a shiner and a bit of a limp.
More seriously, I routinely come across ultra-possessive spouses (male or female) in family law matters. Some folks freak when their spouse is out of their sight. Some folks can’t handle their spouse having a life. Sometimes it gets into really sick control issues in which one spouse can not do anything (e.g. leave the house or have friends or hold a job or speak to people of the opposite sex) without the other’s permission. Note that this ultra-possessiveness is not gender specific.