My husband is a proud man. He is Italian, and – as much as I hate sweeping generalizations – passion and pride are at the top of my list of characteristics of your average Italian (man). While I do mean passion in the romantic or sexual sense, I also mean in all aspects of their lives.
No, don’t turn this around on me. Not “all this over $5.“
Do you see what you created over $5?
Actions have consequences, people–
As you lay there in bed and address me gruffly one last time before turning your back towards me, I wondered, again, what it was that I had done? What had I done wrong? Did I disrespect you? Did I ignore you? Did I offend you? Did I break your heart?
I think to tap you on the shoulder and question you about it. I think to tap you on the shoulder and
The main difference between my husband and I is that I internalize every little thing while he externalizes his rage over, oftentimes, absolutely nothing. While I will feel badly about something I’ve done (or even something I haven’t done), he is always angry about what he perceives is being done unto him. Though I’ve always known this, he made it abundantly clear today while he shouted:
All this suffering is because
they have wished it upon me;
I am cursed —
It really comes down to taking responsibility for your own actions. While I do not wish unto him (or anyone for that matter) the responsibility I feel for every little thing, I do wish he would stop complaining about everything and blaming everyone for each little inconvenience in his life.
For the millionth time, he told me he just wishes he could die. While I am no stranger to the feeling, I am also painfully aware that I am the master of my own misery. If I am on an upswing or I am feeling really rough, I know that only I can change the way my life, my day, or even my moment is going.
We are all responsible
You know that person who complains all the time but never does anything to change his situation? Yes, of course I love my husband and want to be there for him to hear about his day and to let him get that work drama off his chest. However, there comes a time where the monotonous complaints are so regular that I get tired of hearing them. Continue reading