Today the clouds parted, and the angels sang and I had the AHA!
I think it's BPD that is ruining so much of my life.
The crazy making discussions that degenerate into me trying to rationalize with someone completely irrational. When will I learn?
The way he shuts down so many necessary discussions with accusations that I am criticizing him.
(WTH? I just said I'd prefer if it was done this way. What is so terrible about stating my preferences? I purposely didn't say there was anything wrong with the way he was doing it. I don't think there is anything wrong with the way it was done. I just prefer this. Is that so terrible?)
The years of marriage counseling and the agreements that go out the window when he's upset. The assertion he repeatedly makes that everything would be fine if only I didn't upset him - even in a minor way.
(Ummmm... .that's life. Isn't a little minor upset to be expected and accommodated for? I didn't design it this way, I'm just pragmatic enough to see that minor upset seems to be a regular occurrence in a day. Why let it ruin the day?)
The accusations that I am complaining or criticizing when I say "Could we eat at 6pm tonight?"
Then when I've put dinner on the table he complains, in front of the kids, that he can't stand the taste of the kale "It's too bitter, I feel like throwing up! I can't eat this!"
(Ummm... .isn't that complaining?)
The crazy making roller coaster of emotions that take me through another loop-de-loop into the looking glass.
Am I loosing my mind?
Is it really me who is off here.
I check in with my friends (tho' after 8 years they are getting sick of hearing the same old stories, so I stop telling them) and the reality checks seem balanced. It seems like I'm not insane.
We visit the Marriage Counsellor and I spend most of the time sitting quietly in my chair as the Counsellor says almost verbatim what I say so often. Hubby doesn't go off on him the way he goes off on me. Tho' even that has started to slip lately. Hubby has begun to go off on the Counsellor, goading him and showing him a small taste of the nasty I alone have the "honour" of experiencing in private (or in front of the kids till I walk away).
Today I prayed. And today my look around for some answers led me from gaslighting to BPD.
And the clouds parted, and the angels sang.
I'm not crazy. There is a reason this amazing man I am married to; this wonderful provider; this helpful partner; this loving father; this attentive lover; sometimes turns into this ass crazy
#$#@ of a hurtful turd and lashes out all of us, over the tiniest thing.
Burnt toast. A missed ferry. An inopportune phone call. A random conversation between one of our daughters and I (he's not even part of of the conversation). The list of things that set him off are endless and mindboggling for me.
I was just interrupted in writing this by my 6 year old (who is much like her father and who I now suspect also has BPD) waking up and me taking her to the potty for her midnight pee. She spent 20 minutes raging at me for it. This is a regular occurrence in waking or sleeping hour. The rages as minor inconveniences are mindboggling to me.
I and my 14 year old daughter (different father) watch the other two fly into rages over (to us) minor upsets and we shake our heads in disbelief. How can someone get so upset over such minutiae, we wonder?
The wrong spoon - ruins breakfast. The wrong container in the lunch box - ruins lunch. Not being the first one to wash her hands - ruins dinner. It all has to go back to the beginning. We have to start over again. (great some OCPD mixed in with the BPD).
I hate you mommy. It's all your fault. I love you mommy, best of all. 20 minutes between the two. Then back again for another round. Several times a week we go over this ground. Well worn grooves abound in our house.
And today the clouds parted, the angels sang and I realized it's not going to change. He and she will always be this way.
He is not going to magically heal his (what I though were) shame based wounds. He's going to keep on freaking out over (what seems to me to be) little itty bitty things.
I need to stop trying to reason with him. I need to validate his feelings and walk away before he causes more damage.
I need to find out more so I can assess whether I will stay. Or whether I will go. Which is the best way for me to help? I hope time will tell.