Why does my wife challenge me at every step and turn? She challenges when she right; she challenges when she’s demonstrably wrong: And everything in between.
We joined a parents group looking to bring a charter school here to have an option to the crappy public and religious schools. After some meetings and preliminary actions, I concluded the group was worse than clueless, but bound to fail. She said “I” was negative. I wrote a letter to the board pointing out their the things that they were doing wrong, and proposed steps that would in my opinion lead to the possibility of success. Wife blew her lid, and said I insulted her friend. The group stayed the course, and now two years later are defunct in the manner I outlined.
She will blow her lid if I put the “wrong” thing in the dishwasher, like knives. I never liked the utensil sorter, one day I decided (since a picture is worth a thousand words) to demonstrate an alternative. It was easily discardable if she was not so inclined. She blew up, said it was a big “Fuck You” to her.
She complained about having to make dinner every day. Comprehend I think, I say “sure babe I’ll make dinner on weekdays because I get home 2 hours before you, and there’s a couple things I’d like to try.” She blows up, says I’m insulting her cooking, and that she loves to cook, and furthermore “get out of my kitchen.” I should mention I do all the onerous monotonous jobs, like bill paying, car servicing, trash etc.
One day as I am leaving for work literally in the transom having kissed and goodbyed everyone, she says “oh, the dryer doesn’t work.” I say “OK, we can worry about that later. “but I want to dry our clothes” she says. I say “check the circuit breakers, I Have To Go.” (Ten minutes late out the door means 30 minutes late at work) I come home, she took the day off, called a repairman, paid him $90… turns out the circuit breaker had blown. She throws the check duplicate and bill on the table near the door. “I got the laundry done” she snarls, triumphantly, as though I had wagered against her. I say, “I’d rather have the 90 bucks.” “It’s your fault” she yells! So I was supposed to be late to work to throw the switch, but she knows where it is, she has installed room lighting herself and at times says no woman needs a man, but she can’t throw a goddamn switch?
She routinely makes her outbursts when the kids are home, and then says I am making a scene if I don’t capitulate immediately.
Too many other examples.
I should add that this shit never happened before the kids came along, and things are still copacetic in the bedroom. So…
W-T-F is going on in with this woman???
What can I do to improve my circumstances?
