Under his thumb

This has been on my mind a lot lately….

Most of my friends are childless by choice or circumstance. They are either single or independently committed to someone. When I say independently committed, I mean that they are in a monogamous, enriching, loving relationship while still maintaining their individuality and independence.

That would describe my current situation, too.

Many years ago I was in a relationship that had me dependently committed to someone. That is to say, that my self-worth was attached to his feelings about me, and the time he would commit to me. He would do whatever he wanted, and I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t for fear of a) him deciding not to do something and therefore I’d miss out on spending time with him or 2) by affirming my independence, I would lose him. Hahahahahahahahaha….he ended up losing me. I finally “got” it. He couldn’t care less what I did, in fact, my dependence on him was rather unattractive. I forgive myself by reminding myself that I was 23 years young at the time.

Anyway, that little backstory is to give my opinion on this matter a smidgen of credibility. I’ve been “there”. I do understand. Which is why when I see my friends, nearing their 40s, in similar situations it pisses me off to no end.

One of the friends that I love the most is the most incredible and memorable people that I, and many of my family and friends, have ever met. She’s the kind of person that people ask after, even not having seen her for YEARS. She is THAT amazing.

Yet, she spends most of her time tending to her 3 young children….waking them, dressing, feeding, driving, parenting, playing, washing, praising, disciplining, cherishing,  and putting them first. She barely makes time for herself, and when she does her partner sabotages her progress.

Now, let’s give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he does this subconsciously. But he does it.

She’ll join a running group. He’ll “forget” to come home on time so she can go running.

She’ll join weight watchers. He’ll get home late on the days she needs to go weigh in and get support.

She’ll plan a day with her friends. He’s late to relieve her of the parenting duties.

She’ll plan a trip. He’ll sabotage it by telling her who she can invite or by not giving her enough time to plan in properly.

His middle name is “Late”….and it may not be on purpose, but it serves a purpose. It keeps her right where she is, physically and emotionally.

The most recent situation that arose was when several of us were planning a girl’s trip away. He waited so long to give her the go-ahead, that although not impossible to organize, the last minute cost became prohibitive. In the meantime, we were all waiting around and made other plans. I call that “creative subconscious sabotage” on his part. Brilliant move! Not only did his wife not get to go on a well deserved and benchmark trip, he has alienated many of us from ever making big plans with her again.

To make up for it, he took her on a trip. What a sacrifice for someone who goes on $1000 weekends away, frequently.  Not only does he look like a hero, HE gets a trip too! What a great guy!

She gave up a lot to be a parent. He has given up nothing.

She misses out on a lot of fun things. He misses out on nothing.

She is unhappy with her body and appearance. He plays on 2 hockey teams, golfs and runs. And travels.

I had a talk with my girlfriend about this. Touchy subject, I know, but this affects me too. I literally cry for my friend when he is unfair to her. Let’s face it, my plans also suffer. My time with her is always interfered with. Regardless of that, I feel for my friend. However, I told her that I would no longer be chasing her around begging her to spend time with me. I would also not be waiting around or changing my plans for her family anymore. Not only do I suffer because of that, so does she. He wins. Again.

This behaviour is not isolated. I see it often.

Another one of my friends has a husband who travels the world like it’s his god-given right and his needs appear to come first. At least she gets away and has a balanced life. I’ve noticed that he can’t really let her have anything 100% though. He always seems to have his hand in any social thing she is part of. Again….I see it as a controlling situation. Subconscious or not. It sickens me.

Yes, we can blame the men. What I see from the outside are, in these instances, 2 very insecure, controlling and manipulative men. They recognize the incredible power these women would possess if they got outside the house once in awhile and met other people while pursuing their interests.

My god, what would happen if their wives actually grew into themselves and remembered who they were before marriage and children? I guarantee these men have considered this on some level and the thought of losing control of their wives time and self esteem dictates their own very bad behavior.

I also blame the women, though. You teach people how to treat you. By putting up with this crap and by not providing consequences, their partner’s behavior is condoned and therefore it continues.

It’s really lose/lose.

Let’s face it though, when my friend has plans to go to weight watchers and her hubby is late, she can’t just leave the kids and go to her meeting. AND HE KNOWS THIS.

It’s the perfect arena for controlling, manipulative behavior. It also keeps her physically unhealthy and in turn sabotages her self-esteem.

I don’t think these men are loving their wives. Love is not just a word or a sentence. Love is wanting your partner, family member, child, or friend to be the best, most whole person they can be. Love is trusting that you will be enough for them when they feel like they, themselves, are enough. Love is letting those you care about discover their needs and fulfill them. Love is freedom from fear. Love is not controlling someone so that they have to stay with you.

Love is not sabotaging someones growth for fear that they will get too big for you and leave you.

That is fear. That is all it is.

Fear keeps people in the same place they are. Fear eliminates the possibility of full freedom.

Fear eliminates the opportunity to really, really love.

Fear makes people run.

Banish that fear, gentlemen.

I guarantee that if you honor the mother of your children, you will unleash a creature so beautiful that there will be more than enough love for the entire family. And she will stay.

Because she can breathe.

 

 

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Bring your “A” game

This month has been full of stress for me. Many of my most important relationships have come into question and I’ve had to sit back and re-evaluate what I want from these relationships versus what I am actually getting and I’ve been looking at my role in the successes or failures of these alliances.

I think it’s easy to blame others when things don’t go our way. It’s easy to make a list of what you don’t like about the other person or the situation. It pushes the accountability away from ourselves and projects it onto others. Piece of cake!

But….it doesn’t taste good. After awhile, that “cake” sits in our gut and rots, reminding us that we might have missed an important ingredient: Our own contribution.

Lately, I’ve had a major stomach ache. Something just hasn’t been sitting right. I’m uncomfortable.

I’m uncomfortable because something has to change. And change sometimes hurts.

I have more than a few friendships that I’ve been looking at. I mean, REALLY looking at.

Lately I’ve been feeling overlooked and used. Overlooked in the practical sense, but also by not being heard. Used in the literal sense and also by being used as amusement and to fill up the vessels of insecurities that some of my friends have. I’m not insecure, but I don’t have enough confidence to give away, either.

I’ve been sitting back and watching some pretty bad behavior.

People acting like children at my expense.

Or, so I thought.

I realize it is at their own expense.

You see, when we misbehave or act out of alignment, others notice.  Because many of my relationships have 2 sides; real life and/or internet friendships, my senses have heightened. Because I can’t be in the presence of some of the people I care about, I have to rely on my interpretation of what they say and do online. And I have to say, I’m kind of disappointed in what I’ve read and seen lately.

It’s made me think about the kind of relationships I want to have. And I realized that I want authentic, honest, and mutually respectful relationships. Enough with the cryptic, demanding or controlling behavior. Enough with the guessing games. Enough with the bullshit. I don’t read minds and I don’t play games. If you have something to say to me, say it. If you can’t grow up and share your feelings in a mature way, it’s pretty much settled for me.

In real life, I wouldn’t put up with a fraction of what I have put up with online. I do think that many people opt for a strictly online friendship because they can’t get real. Hiding behind a computer is still hiding. It doesn’t, however, cover up one’s blatant insecurities. And in real life, you can communicate honestly with words, body language and eye contact. It’s hard to be deceived, unless one wants to be.  Admittedly, I have wanted to believe something different about certain people who, in the end, have disappointed me. In real life and online.

So, I’ve said what I need to say to a few people. And they heard what they wanted to hear. I realize that my needs and requests will mostly go ignored. I’ve heard plenty of excuses about why they do and say the things they do, and I’m a no excuse kinda gal. Say what you mean and mean what you say.

I do expect people to validate my concerns and not make excuses. I have noticed, in my life and as of late, that when I tell people what I need from them, or share my insecurities, I end up comforting them instead of being certain we’ve met on the same emotional and mature level. It’s very disappointing. But, what can you do?

I put value on my relationships. Mostly because I care, and also because at the point of me being invested I’ve shared confidences with people. My friends are my keepers.

Until they are not.

One of my flaws is that I am stubborn and once I’ve made up my mind about someone, it takes a lot for me to change my mind. I’m working on that, but in the meantime I have to honor myself and ask of others what I expect. I cannot go on placating to others needs if they blatantly ignore my very basic requests.

A good friend of mine sent me an email and in it she said “…It’s your belief in others. That you give them the chance to step up and play their A game, even if they don’t, the fact that you still have faith in others to do so, is something to celebrate”. I expect a lot from people. I expect a lot from myself. If I can bring my A game, I don’t understand why others are too lazy or scared to bring theirs.

I want people to change. I want them to be and act differently. It’s because I can see how much brighter they would shine and how much deeper our friendships could be.

Much like myself, I don’t think they’re capable. People are going to do what they want or are programmed to do.

I’ve pulled out my owner’s manual and realized that I was programmed to put myself 2nd.

My owner’s manual also tells me how to rewire my programming. I’m currently on the chapter called

You are worth the weight of your feelings and needs. Don’t settle for anything less.

 

::pulls the plug::

 

 

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