My boyfriend has managed to make an entire day out of hurting my feelings.
His best friend is coming into town the week before his birthday. We originally planned on him getting a night out on the town with the boys, plus a birthday celebration later on. Now he has decided that everyone will be too tired for the birthday celebration after a big blowout like that. So the birthday celebration is now the Guys Night Out, which, by the way, I am STILL not invited to.
Of course I tell him I’m upset. He replies, “No, It’s ok, you can come out to dinner with everyone on my birthday.” Ok, fine I get dinner but still miss party. Thanks benevolent leader. Then he lights in on ME. “I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask for a Guys Night Out.” No. It isn’t. But to attach some kind of importance to it, and then deliberately leave me out is hurtful.
They are going to a strip club! Where he can ogle breasts and asses that are not mine. Where he can just generally dehumanize this woman and diminish them to their boobies. While he leaves me out of it. Hmmmm…
My laundry is at the Laundromat. I ask him to pick it up for me on his way back from work. “C’mon babe, this is becoming a habit. You always do this. You put it in on your way to work. You put it in the dryer on your way back. Then I go get it in the morning. Or, you could just manage your time better and get it yourself.”
WTF?? Why do you have to turn every discussion we have into “Reasons Why Torie is Lazy.”? This happens all the time. Excuse me, sir, but I have a 30-hour a week job that I have to devote most of my day to. But if I just got up earlier, I wouldn’t have to devote most of my day to it. Fine. But it doesn’t change the fact that you work for two hours in the morning, and then either sleep for play games all day. Nor does it change the fact that nothing I do is good enough for you. Then, I come home. I do the dishes, walk the dog, and get my laundry. And if I don’t do these things within the time frame he sets, I’m lazy.
Yes, I have some organizational problems. No, sometimes I don’t manage my time wisely. Maybe I am not as neat as you want me to be. But when I point out that I pay rent here to and shouldn’t be made to feel like a guest, you say, “Well, you moved into my environment, that’s the way it works.”
Fine punish me because my mother went crazy and told me to move. Punish me because I don’t make a lot of money. Punish me because I have nowhere else to go. I’m trying to change. I’m trying to be more organized. I’m trying to be neater. How am I supposed to do that when YOU WON’T CUT ME ANY FUCKING SLACK!!! When you talk to me like I am dirt. You always apologize and seem to feel genuinely bad. That’s why it is so infuriating when you do it again.
sigh I love him and want to make this work. But sometimes I think I deserve more. But this relationship is not about my convenience or my comfort, or even really my feelings. It’s about building a life together. That life together is worth the temporary sacrifice of my comfort, and my convenience.
So all you need to do is work with me a little. Please?