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Yup. I don't know whether to laugh or cry either. I mean, what I wanted was for my spouse to say something like, "Glad you're home, I missed you. I know you worked hard to prepare for that annual strategy session, how did it go? Here, have a glass of wine and you can tell me about it if you want." That's the sort of thing I would say to him all the time . . . recognize the work, acknowledge that he might be tired after a long trip, invite him to relax and tell me about it, or just chill and watch the TV together or something. But no, I get assaulted with accusations, insults, complaints, impossible demands and a thinly veiled threat of divorce. It's like he's trying to "ruin" any interaction I have with anyone else, including friends, business associates and family. He makes it so hard for me to work and socialize, that I think he's trying to get me to give up in frustration and confine myself to the kitchen. He seems to try to SABOTAGE my professional work, and yet at the same time, he demands so much economic support from me (while denying that I pay the overwhelming majority of the household expenses)! On top of that, he acts like a little baby sometimes, throwing a fit if I don't make him a dinner exactly to order every day of the year, as if he can't be responsible for feeding himself one lousy night, even if all he has to do is zap a homemade lasagna for a couple of minutes in the microwave, which I went out of my way to make as easy as possible for HIM.
So here's what I decided. I decided that I didn't want to wake up a decade or two later, regretting that I didn't live my life. I didn't want to regret losing all my friends, not going on trips, and turning down promotions or business opportunities just because my spouse was acting needier than a toddler sometimes. I decided I couldn't make myself "small" to appease him (e.g. agree to a 5:30pm curfew), because nothing I did appeased him anyway, and it's not fair, let alone healthy, to be treated that way. I decided that if he was going to throw a tantrum no matter what I did, then I would let him throw a tantrum. Deep down, I think he knows full well he's being completely unreasonable, and yet sometimes, he just can't control himself. He might be feeling jealous, hangry, insecure, inferior, out of control, bored, neglected, I just don't know. I'd say he has the BPD traits of fear of abandonment and angry outbursts, but not some of the other traits that his daughter has, such as the identity disturbance, suicidal tendencies and dissociative/delusional states.
But here's the good news. Once I learned of my stepdaughter's BPD diagnosis, I learned about BPD, and I learned how to cope with it by reading these boards. I learned about strategies like JADE and gray rock. So that's what I tried with my husband, with some success. Now, when I'm confronted with outrageous demands to cancel my work obligations, or with accusations that I'm having an affair during a board meeting, or with insults that I'm a terrible wife because I start making dinner 10 minutes later than usual, the "new me" will try to stay calm and not engage. It might go something like this (a very recent example):
Him: (At 5:00 pm) Where are you!?! You said you were going to be home for dinner!
Me: I'm driving home now, my nav says my ETA is 5:47.
Him: Why are you taking so long? You said you would be home at 5:45! What the f*** are you doing? Where are you?
Me: If you're calling just to yell at me, I'm hanging up.
Him: !#*$?*
Me: See you soon. Click.
Now, I'm not going to lie, when I get home, he will likely still be tied up in knots. And yet, he knows perfectly well that I had told him where I was going and that I would get home "at around 5:45, which is my best guess," because he always demands a precise ETA, down to the minute. But when I walk in the door at 5:49, he's acting like a jerk by getting angry over four minutes, especially in the context of the distance I had to travel, the fact that it was the first time I ever travelled to the destination and the traffic conditions that time of day. As an aside, for years I've managed trips to the gas station so that I wouldn't inconvenience my husband, because he would harangue me for being "late" if I spent five measly minutes to fill up my tank on my way home--that's how controlling he can be sometimes. Anyway, when I arrive home "late," he would probably passive-aggressively fix himself a sandwich for dinner, refuse to eat what I prepare and then put himself to bed early, to "punish" me for my transgression. And you know what? I let him do that. I'd rather he go sulk on his own than engage in the familiar routine of accusations-JADE-escalation with insults and threats. Typically, by the next morning, he'll pretend nothing happened. But sometimes he'll apologize, admitting he was being unreasonable. And that's another reason why I don't think he would qualify for a BPD diagnosis, because my BPD stepdaughter would NEVER recognize that she was being unreasonable, let alone apologize for it.
And yet, I wish he would stop this behavior. It's just so exhausting. But by the same token, his accusations are so outrageous (ridiculous) that I've never believed them. Same with the accusations his daughter makes. It's like they're saying to me, you're a pink elephant, a poo poo face. And that's one of the reasons why don't know whether to laugh or cry. I mean, really, my husband has lived with me all these years, and all he can come up with to scream about is a fake affair and starting dinner 10 minutes later than usual?!? How about, you help me get dinner started instead? Or maybe you could make dinner this one time, and let ME relax after a work trip, just like I let you relax after work every day? Geesh.
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