Hi!
Just been downstairs, made a fish pie. Dh was watching tv relevant to his work after having come a engaged in kitchen speaking to me about trivial things in a nice way.
I served up. He wanted to finish program connected to his work. So I ate mine and he got his after the prog had finished. Said it tasted lovely.
Then we did have a bit of a talk. He explained that he was explaining how he is feeling and I seem to want him to lie or just shut up about where he is at. That I really didn't seem to know how to be kind to him. That he could b anyone living in the house, paying the bills, that he was my blind spot. That me not just bringing him the food while he was watching something that really mattered to him was a microcosm of the macrocosm because I do something that's supposed to b nice (make supper) then leave him out with it (we had a friend staying and he went and got some too).
So what if that is true? Maybe I am cold and distant?
We went on. He explained that he is up for just cracking on, looking very brow beaten and depressed. I said it doesn't sound like it was a good thing, and he said it really was better than the pain of divorce on children, and that he can handle it. I said I'm not sure i can, with the put downs and moodiness. I said about maybe this is a pattern of his and he said that I loved psychoanalysing him and that was like astrology but that wasn't the same as intimacy and really knowing someone.
That I don't really know or understand what to do to touch him, take care of him. And that he has given up hope of that, and I should just concentrate on caring for the kids and he will do the providing and we'll see how we do.
I said that this wasn't what I wanted.
Then he said an interesting thing.
He said you take the initiative then. Honestly.
Ok it's not much, I've just got excited by a tiny chink of light.
It is funny when u see it written down.
But look, my mum was adopted, she never saw a functioning relationship cos she was just adopted by an elderly ww1 nurse. My Dad started having affairs when I was 3 months old. Maybe I don't know how to look after a man! Maybe the fates haven't taught me that.
How do you do that?!
It seems unfair, but maybe there is some important reason this is happening to me and good life lessons I can draw from it?!
I didn't mean to neglect him, but d2 is still in my bed. I have a cot. I move her out, but it just works more easily for tiredness / breast feeding / teething. He doesn't like the presents I buy him, he says I just don't really get him.
Oh it's true! I don't. It all seems like madness! When the children r so lovely! Pffff