An ex-girlfriend (live-together relationship) fit this category. She had major emotional issues and was a bitter shrew much of the time. Any perceived slight and she would lay waste with her tongue and attitude. Talk about having to live on eggshells. One time, after she lit into one of her friends on the phone (at this point it was “former friend,” I guess–she didn’t hang on to friends very long), I took the phone and the friend’s only words to me were “dive, I’m so sorry for you.”
Anyway, it was very difficult during family gatherings. Everyone *tried * to be nice to her, or at least cordial. I put up a strong front, so I think everyone just assumed I was handling things okay. Friends? Well, when you are in a relationship like this, you often find that you become subsumed into it and the idea of outside friendships and social gatherings fades away until you wake up one day and realize that you haven’t been “out with friends” by yourself for over a year. Like that proverbial frog in the pot of boiling water, you don’t realize that circumstances are destroying you until it is (almost) too late.
So, what was in this for me? Well, our sex life could rival anything in Penthouse Forum (she channeled anger into sex a lot of the time). Also, she was in counseling and on medication and I felt that if I left, I was abandoning her. A sense of obligation, I guess. Plus we did share common interests and she would always be very apologetic after scorching the earth yet again.
Hmmm, I’m getting off topic here.
As I mentioned above, family gatherings could be strained. Many times, she would just stay in her room and I would use the old “she’s not feeling well” thing to cover for her. I honestly think my family’s reactions were one more of a confused sadness. They are not hateful people, and like I said everyone tried to be nice to her. (I do know it was for my sake, not because of her winning personality.) I don’t think she *wanted * to be liked. She didn’t like herself and not being liked by others was some sort of perverted self-fulfilling prophesy.
No one said much outwardly along the lines of questioning the relationship. At least I don’t remember. I DO know I got family emotional support when I called to do a little emotional venting. I’m also honest enough to realize that even though I knew my family wanted me to be happy (and I obviously was not), nothing they could have said would have made any difference. Some things we just have to learn for ourselves.
Maybe they did try more than I’m remembering, but my stubborness to “stay the course” has blocked some of that.
I did have one good friend who was in a similar relationship at the same time. Emotionally manipulative and fragile woman with a destructive tongue. Sometimes we’d just look at each other with that lost look (“how the hell did I get myself into this and what the hell do I do now?”).