I moved in with my partner more than10 years ago and the gardening has been our main source of conflict since then. It gets particularly bad at this time of year.
My partner feels that it's his garden and I'm not allowed much of a say in it. The design and planting is still pretty much what was planted back in the 1930s by owners who just stuck things here and there. Things like a single spindly rose bush in the middle of a patch of lawn. It's dated and the rose is dying and looks awful but I can't persuade him to cull it. He's been tending it for the last 15 years and he won't let it die on his watch.
He always wants me to help but if I go out there and pick up secateurs or start weeding he gets anxious and stands over me and wants to know what I plan to pull up or cut back and then usually tells me I'm not to do it. I'm a mature woman who's had several gardens and I have an interest in garden design and planting. I can see how wonderful the garden could be and I'm really not prepared to be out there labouring just to keep it looking like a well-tended, impractical and dated garden. It could be wonderful and it's not.
We've just had yet another row because it's a nice day and he thinks I should be out in the garden with him, but he wants me to do the mowing — and it's Sunday afternoon and I don't want to disturb the peace by mowing the lawn. He's suggested that I sweep up the trimmings where he's cut back some shrubs but I feel resentful at being good enough to clean up after him but not allowed to have a say in the place. I've got a good eye for design: I know my plants. I need to be creatively involved, not his assistant. Sorry for the rant but this is a big rift in what is otherwise quite a solid relationship.
He's not like this about other things. We've been able to discuss and implement changes in the house and he acknowledges that I have a good eye when it comes to colour and furnishings. I was trained as a designer: I can 'see' how things are and how they could be and he can't. He's said that in the house we could always change things back if they didn't work — repaint rooms, change the furniture. But taking down a dying old tree, pruning back a wisteria that's gone completely mad, digging up the ancient spindly rose in the lawn — no way.
He came in while I was having that rant and said he's worried about me, it's a lovely day and I should be out enjoying the garden with him. It finished with his 'I'm scared you're becoming a recluse, sitting indoors when you could be outside' number. I'd love to be outside taking up some of the god-awful planting and hard landscaping that's been there for 50 years and replacing it with something that will be easier to maintain and a pleasure to the eye, but because I'm not allowed to do any of that I can't really enjoy the garden.
It would be good to know if others have this sort of issue in their relationship. I do see that the fact that it's his house and garden has a lot to do with it but for various reasons the house and area suit us well and selling up and buying a place jointly isn't likely to happen until we retire.