We started dating January 31, 2013. Mostly things have been very good. We enjoy the same odd things. We’ve talked about marriage, which would require me to sell my house and a car (I have two, so with her car in a two-car garage…) and I know she’s serious. We’ve met each other’s families and there are no problems there. We’re both 50 something. IDK, there’s a lot of “meeting of the minds,” like we can finish each other’s sentences, and I hope it could work.
What we’ve noticed though, over the past year, is that I seem to be a lot more sensitive than she. We’ve agreed, on past issues, that I’m probably too sensitive and she’s not sensitive enough. I figure it’s a good sign that each of us can own mistakes, shortcomings, etc.
But tonight, we went to an event with some of her (subordinate) co-workers. I’ve met them, but only once or maybe twice—I can’t name a one of them but I might kind of know they’re in her life if I saw them. Gf opened the discussion with something that happened over the holidays.
She had wanted me to video chat with some of her family Christmas Eve, which is fine. She chose a place near the fire place because she sometimes hovers there…she’s often cold. Okay, no problem. However, we were jockeying to get in the phone’s camera’s angle of view and she had lit many candles on the hearth, so while I was mindful of the fireplace, my shirt tail must have landed near one of the candles and yes, my knit shirt caught on fire. I mean, I expected heat from the fireplace so I didn’t react immediately. At some point though that burning smell just wasn’t right, you know?:eek:
Tonight, her spin on it was that it was hilarious. OK, there were no blisters—I smelled something burning, quickly pulled off my shirt, and no physical harm was done to me. But it did leave a hole about the size of a CD in the shirt so I’m glad I didn’t wait any longer. And yet, don’t you wonder how flammable the shirt on your back might be, how close you were to skin grafts?
So again, while we’re at tonight’s event among people she’s comfortable with (but whom I barely know), she brings this up as this “hilarious” episode that needs to be recounted. Among these people, walking into the venue, I felt like I just wanted to fit in, but already my stupidity (?) was highlighted via this tale. I went through the evening (a non-interactive sort of event) ok, but once we got in the car, I told her that I’d felt pretty stupid. I added that maybe it’s my fault (for being too sensitive at times). Then I asked where we could get some beer. She apologized—a bare “I’m sorry,” nothing more, though I think it was honest.
I got out of the car, got the beer, returned to the car. Total silence on the way to her house. I wasn’t trying to give her the cold shoulder, but she wasn’t expounding, either.
Back at her place I stepped out for a cigarette, then heard cupboards slamming as well as some epithets, as she returned items we’d taken to the event to their places. Garage door slammed. I went to a neutral sort of zone at her place but she came and found me, told me that I should go home. I know you will want the quote…I think it was, “I’ll never invite you to an event like that again. (Expletiveexpletiveexpletive )The way I’m feeling, I think you should go home. I’m tired of walking on eggshells!”
So I obliged her. I did say something to the effect, “If you want me to leave, I will. If you want to talk, I will.” But the expletives were flowing, so I took that as my sign.
What leaps out at you? I’m sorry to mention Barbara DeAngelis but IIRC she said that before you marry you should keep your eyes wide open and when you’re married, you should close them half way. Gf and I are somewhere between 100% and 50% then, I guess.
Should I have “outed” her in front of her subordinates? “Hey, you’re making me feel pretty fucking special here!”?