I am much more introverted than my husband. For a very long time, due to work hours and commuting distance, I would always get home about an hour before he did. This gave me time to relax and decompress from the stresses of work (not to mention cook dinner) before he arrived, full of life and eager to tell me all about his day and who he saw and so forth, and ask me about my day and all. This worked well.
About six months ago Mr. Starving quit working, due to a combination of early retirement/health problems/company downsizing. Now he definitely feels a lack of stimulus due to no longer having those interactions with co-workers and clients. Meaning he, well, pounces on me the instant I get home, pumping me for ‘life outside these walls’ info.
It drives me nuts. It’s not that I don’t want him to know about this stuff – it’s hardly secret – it’s just that at that point my capacity to tolerate human interaction is exhausted and I need to be left alone for a while.
So now, after particularly stressful days, I get home late because, I tell him, ‘I had to stay to finish up’ something or other.
In truth, I simply pull into a mall I pass on the way home and park in the hinterlands for 15-30-45 minutes. Generally I shift to the passenger seat and prop up a book in front of me (trying to look like someone just waiting for the driver to return from an errand) though mostly I don’t really read. I just sit there and let the tension boil out of me. You know those jagged lines cartoonists put around characters when they’re angry? I swear I can almost see and feel them shooting out of my skin.
Then, when I’ve relaxed, I drive home and can greet him and answer his questions willingly.
So. Yes, I’m lying to him about this, maybe two or even three times a week. But I think it’s way less hurtful to him than snarling “Can’t you leave me in peace for ten goddam minutes?” which is what I felt like doing before I started my mini-sabaticals.
So. How about you? Do you routinely lie about something to avoid hurting someone else’s feelings?