It’s like there are a few invisible people in our family eg the version of DH when he’s anxious, the version of me responding to how he is when he’s anxious, the version of me that works really hard to keep my DD safe from the crossfire eg telling DH I’d go ahead and get everything sorted so he and DD could just meet me there and we might stand a chance of having a fun time.
As it happened, DD was really upset that we were going in 2 cars and when I explained to her that I did it so we could have a nice time without any arguments and so that daddy could leave if we wanted to stay on.
She was Just really emotional about it all and she’s not normally like that, then I said I’d wait for him to be ready and we could go in convoy then he had the nerve to pressure DD to hurry up eating her lunch because ‘we had to go’ she was shovelling pasta in through sobs and the only reason I’d had to make her lunch was because he had dragged his heels for so long in getting ready.
I told him not to pressure her, that we were going to be leaving very late anyway and 10/20 minutes more wouldn’t make a difference.
While waited, I went upstairs and cried silently on my bed, feeling guilty that DD had got upset even though this is what I’d worked so hard to avoid by, the day before packing the car, booking activities and the campsite by the sea and was so excited to tell DD that we’d be going to the outdoor pursuits residential centre that she normally visits with her school and loves for a day of daring activities. But it all felt tainted. I couldn’t believe it and lost all confidence. Is it me? Maybe I’m being controlling? Maybe I am destined to perpetuate the cycle of bad parenting I received? Maybe I’m moody,
maybe Im a bad mum, a bad wife, a bad person, that my desperation to give my DD the childhood I never had is making things
worse. I don’t know, I really went to a dark place mentally.
DD saw me crying and hugged me. I felt even more guilty that she was having to be the adult and she kept apologising for holding everything up which deepened my guilt even more.
We did end up having a great time while away and I mainly just ignored DH’s negativity and had fun body boarding with DD while DH slept, bought some lovely picnics and snacks, made hot chocolates at nighttime and DD and I watched our favourite comedy on my phone before bed, DD LOVED showing us the outdoor pursuits centre and made Me so proud with her fearlessness on all of the high ropes/ zip wires, climbing walls and air jump things.
I tried to feel some empathy for DH who was trying not to be critical of me and the pack down of the tent was a triumph in cooperation. It was like I’d done exposure therapy on him to broaden out our world because he is at risk at becoming like a house cat if he is never out of his comfort zone. He has bad allergies so has to wear a pollen mask all summer which must be awful in the heat. More guilt.
In couples therapy established that he can’t do talking because he withdraws and gets dysregulated by talking through things. I also learnt on therapy that he doesn’t like holidays “because of boarding school” so he wasn’t exactly having a lovely time either.
I just want DD to hear her dad being brave and saying somethings like; “holidays don’t bring out the best in me so I can’t go on them” just so she doesn’t internalise it and think of it as a rejection of her/ us as a family. He won’t ever be meta cognitive so it’s for us to carry and I’m just not anymore.
Im going to take her to see her grandad this week who lives by the sea and who is normal about what’s needed on holiday ie - fun, food, relaxation!
Anyway. Thanks for the advice. That’s the shit show of my life - happy holidays ya’ll!