Taking Stock, Taking Responsibility
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ed_rexI've been contemplating this post - or rather, a less confused variant of it - for a few days now.
Outside of work (where I've been feeling somewhat overwhelmed), last week was a very good one, particularly towards the end of it. I had a lovely (and surprisingly late) evening with one of you, and then on Friday received a surprise call from my ex, asking if I wanted to get together. (No, not that ex - this one, Siya!
Siya and I talked and laughed and got nicely caught-up with one another for the first time since last winter. (That she opened the evening by repeatedly exclaiming, "You look so good!" of course helped things get off on the right foot as far as I was concerned. Nothing like a smart blazer and dropping 25 pounds.)
It really is good to get out into the world again, although I would prefer to start meeting women who don't currently have a boyfriend. But I digress.
* * *
Despite - or, perhaps, because of - my increasing sense of well-being over the past few weeks, I believe I have developed a deeper perspective on What Went Wrong between Laura and I.
I have come to believe my earlier, "Laura-bad/Geoffrey poor-victim", interpretation was, not so much wrong, as very imcomplete. Outside of a surprise attack or a concerted campaign, victims are seldom if ever wholly innocent. Rather - like the stereotycal battered woman forever making excuses for his curses and slaps - the victim plows the soil from which his (or her) victimization will bloom.
In my case, from the day Laura moved in, I never took a stand (or, when I did, I did not follow through with consequences). And from the day she moved in, she pushed the limits of what we had agreed would be our living arrangements.
I think one example will suffice to illustrate my point.
Come June, we agreed she would take a summer-school course and that she would look for a part-time job. Until she found work, she was to be the house-keeper - cleaning and laundry and picking up after the cats, along with some cooking was the deal as I recall it.
She didn't look for work to speak of and she also never lifted a finger around the house. I complained, but I did nothing about it. I laid down no ultimatums, nor did I insist she do the laundry on Saturday morning; instead, I told myself, "She's young, she'll come around," and did it myself. Instead of telling her to fucking do the dishes (as she had agreed!), mostly ... I did them myself. In the moment, I told myself it was easier to spend 20 minutes acquiring a new case of dishpan hands than "creating" conflict. Instead of coming home from work and smelling the reek coming from the cat-box ... (yeah, you know what's coming next) I did it myself.
This made me angry, yes, but impotently so.
As things were falling apart this past spring and summer, as I was actually begining to confront her about this, that and the other thing, I told her more than once, "You don't treat me with respect!"
And it's true, she didn't.
But from her point of view, why should she have? I had drawn one line in the sand after the other and, when she crossed each one, there were no (obvious) consequences. At worst, I bitched and moaned, then took her word for it that she would "try to do better", and we would retreat to our room for make-up sex.
I told her what I wanted and what I wanted from her, but I didn't act as if I really cared. Why wouldn't she start going out without me? Why wouldn't she start staying out until dawn? Why wouldn't she screw around on me? Every time I told her "No" about something, and she did it anyway, my actions told her it didn't matter, that I loved her anyway.
From her perspective, I was a wimp; not a nice guy, but a wimp, someone she could walk all over. In retrospect, it's not surprise that she lost respect for me - by the end, I think she respected my abilities in the bedroom and my intellect (sort of - I didn't exactly write a lot while we were together), but little else. Certainly not my needs, desires or wants.
Some people will use a push-over, but no one respects him. And Laura actually said as much (if not quite in such clear terms) on more than one occasion. She wanted me to tell her to clearn up, to come home; she wanted me to make her respect her by being a man she could respect. And I wasn't that man for her. Instead, I let everything go by, forgave every transgression if only she would promise to "try" better next time.
Practically - by my actions - my message was simply that she could do what she wanted, when she wanted, and that I would still love her.
Craziness.
If something is important to you, you do something about it, or no outside observer will believe it really is important to you.
For a smart boy, I seem to really need to be beat over the head with some basic human psychology. Well, I suppose I'm better-prepared for next time.
Outside of work (where I've been feeling somewhat overwhelmed), last week was a very good one, particularly towards the end of it. I had a lovely (and surprisingly late) evening with one of you, and then on Friday received a surprise call from my ex, asking if I wanted to get together. (No, not that ex - this one, Siya!
Siya and I talked and laughed and got nicely caught-up with one another for the first time since last winter. (That she opened the evening by repeatedly exclaiming, "You look so good!" of course helped things get off on the right foot as far as I was concerned. Nothing like a smart blazer and dropping 25 pounds.)
It really is good to get out into the world again, although I would prefer to start meeting women who don't currently have a boyfriend. But I digress.
Despite - or, perhaps, because of - my increasing sense of well-being over the past few weeks, I believe I have developed a deeper perspective on What Went Wrong between Laura and I.
I have come to believe my earlier, "Laura-bad/Geoffrey poor-victim", interpretation was, not so much wrong, as very imcomplete. Outside of a surprise attack or a concerted campaign, victims are seldom if ever wholly innocent. Rather - like the stereotycal battered woman forever making excuses for his curses and slaps - the victim plows the soil from which his (or her) victimization will bloom.
In my case, from the day Laura moved in, I never took a stand (or, when I did, I did not follow through with consequences). And from the day she moved in, she pushed the limits of what we had agreed would be our living arrangements.
I think one example will suffice to illustrate my point.
Come June, we agreed she would take a summer-school course and that she would look for a part-time job. Until she found work, she was to be the house-keeper - cleaning and laundry and picking up after the cats, along with some cooking was the deal as I recall it.
She didn't look for work to speak of and she also never lifted a finger around the house. I complained, but I did nothing about it. I laid down no ultimatums, nor did I insist she do the laundry on Saturday morning; instead, I told myself, "She's young, she'll come around," and did it myself. Instead of telling her to fucking do the dishes (as she had agreed!), mostly ... I did them myself. In the moment, I told myself it was easier to spend 20 minutes acquiring a new case of dishpan hands than "creating" conflict. Instead of coming home from work and smelling the reek coming from the cat-box ... (yeah, you know what's coming next) I did it myself.
This made me angry, yes, but impotently so.
As things were falling apart this past spring and summer, as I was actually begining to confront her about this, that and the other thing, I told her more than once, "You don't treat me with respect!"
And it's true, she didn't.
But from her point of view, why should she have? I had drawn one line in the sand after the other and, when she crossed each one, there were no (obvious) consequences. At worst, I bitched and moaned, then took her word for it that she would "try to do better", and we would retreat to our room for make-up sex.
I told her what I wanted and what I wanted from her, but I didn't act as if I really cared. Why wouldn't she start going out without me? Why wouldn't she start staying out until dawn? Why wouldn't she screw around on me? Every time I told her "No" about something, and she did it anyway, my actions told her it didn't matter, that I loved her anyway.
From her perspective, I was a wimp; not a nice guy, but a wimp, someone she could walk all over. In retrospect, it's not surprise that she lost respect for me - by the end, I think she respected my abilities in the bedroom and my intellect (sort of - I didn't exactly write a lot while we were together), but little else. Certainly not my needs, desires or wants.
Some people will use a push-over, but no one respects him. And Laura actually said as much (if not quite in such clear terms) on more than one occasion. She wanted me to tell her to clearn up, to come home; she wanted me to make her respect her by being a man she could respect. And I wasn't that man for her. Instead, I let everything go by, forgave every transgression if only she would promise to "try" better next time.
Practically - by my actions - my message was simply that she could do what she wanted, when she wanted, and that I would still love her.
Craziness.
If something is important to you, you do something about it, or no outside observer will believe it really is important to you.
For a smart boy, I seem to really need to be beat over the head with some basic human psychology. Well, I suppose I'm better-prepared for next time.
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Date: 2006-10-10 02:46 am (UTC). . .actually, I'm sitting here kind of scratching my head over why she allowed you to break up with her. I mean, no laundry/dishes? She had it pretty good.
PS - I need a new pair of jeans soon.
Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-10 10:08 am (UTC)No, the batterer is to blame. At the same time, the recipient of abuse is responsible for not walking out the door. We can look at the situation and find reasons why she/he did not - he loved her, he thought this time she really meant it when she said she would change, he was afraid, etc - but the door is always there, asking, "Why don't you just leave?"
(Mind you, I realize drawing analogies is always risky. There is a non-trivial difference between psychological and physical abuse.)
As for jeans, anytime after Friday. Just name the day.
Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-10 11:12 pm (UTC)You said that you bitched and moaned at her about the housework on some occasions but failed to enforce any real consequences. . .but, really, what consequences could you have enforced? "Do the dishes or I'll dump you!" It even sounds petty.
Okay, so maybe I'm showing my youth and naivete here, but I still believe that it's better to be a good person and forgive easily than to be, well, a rigid and unforgiving bastard (Richard Dawkins agrees with me on that one). I guess the hard part is to find someone who's equally good and forgiving to spend your life with.
(How about shopping on Thursday? I promise I won't do any more soapboxing in person)
Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-10 11:30 pm (UTC)Of maybe - and this is possibility I am exploring - I got involved with someone who had manipulative tendencies that I encouraged, but my consistent willingness to "let" her do what was easy for her in the moment. In other words, no matter what I said, my actions rewarded her (in)actions.
Would you rather be a rigid, unforgiving bastard and slam the iron fist down on your girlfriend's every transgression? I don't think that's very conducive to a happy relationship, either.
No, it's not. But I am hypothesizing that I doomed the relationship by pretty much never taking a stand (mere bitching and moaning isn't a stand if you don't do something if the b&m doesn't in itself do the trick).
...but, really, what consequences could you have enforced? "Do the dishes or I'll dump you!" It even sounds petty.
That's an excellent question, and one that occurred to me more than once. What it took me a very long time to see, was that there was a whole pattern of disrespect; because most of the individual examples seemed petty, I did nothing about them. If I had presented a pattern, I might have had a case on which to put my foot.
Okay, so maybe I'm showing my youth and naivete here, but I still believe that it's better to be a good person and forgive easily than to be, well, a rigid and unforgiving bastard (Richard Dawkins agrees with me on that one).
I agree entirely. If may be that Laura needs/wants an "unforgiving bastard", in which case our relationship would also have been doomed; that isn't the kind of role I want to play in any relationship.
I guess the hard part is to find someone who's equally good and forgiving to spend your life with.
So far, finding someone to spend my life with has been the Impossible Dream. Maybe what I should be looking for is something polyamorous. Or maybe I shouldn't be "looking" at all.
Maybe, maybe, maybe ...
(Thursday isn't good. Nothing's good 'till Friday, really. Are you busy Sunday? Or else it'll have to be next week.)
Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-10 11:31 pm (UTC)Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-11 12:05 am (UTC)I think most people naturally tend not to give much thought to consequences beyond bitching and moaning because, in general, bitching and moaning does get the job done in a relationship. Assuming you're dating someone reasonable and mature and not a selfish teenager, that is. Maybe you should try dating her again in a few years, after she's (ostensibly) gone through a few more serious, committed relationships and been broken in. Like a nice pair of leather shoes.
(Sorry I'm being all creepy and psychoanalytical; I'm procrastinating)
I meant *next* Thursday, actually. My schedule doesn't become manageable until then. Also, next Thursday you can advise me on what to wear to my concert, which will be next Friday, and, being a concert virgin, I sorely need advice.
Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-11 12:29 am (UTC)Anyway, don't be sorry for being psychoanalitic; not only am I an egotist, but you have interesting things to say. Maybe I should try again in a few years - but I suspect we'll both have moved on by that point (
in my caseat my age, I sure as hell hope so!).In any case, next Thursday should be fine; I've added you to my calendar and will give you fair warning if my mother's impending visit (on Wednesday) looks to extend longer than expected.
Now, stop procrastinating!
And don't expect much in the way of (good) advice regarding the concert. I'll tell you what I think but take it with a grain of salt; I've never dressed for a show, and my tastes lately (for the ladies) tend toward the inordinately slutty-looking.
Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-11 02:04 am (UTC)(Still procrastinating)
Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-11 02:11 am (UTC)soft spot hard on for those might-be dykes, who wore Doc Marten, faded jeans and men's button-up shirts. (I was in heaven when they'd eschew a bra.)
Possibly, in 9 days, I will be able to offer you something useful, especially if you divulge such small details as: what kind of concert, who will be there with you, why you haven't invited me, what band/musican/symphony will headline, and what will you be doing afterwards? Tea with your dad? A speak-easy ("blind-pig"; see "booze-can") with your fella?
Details matter. Without, when a beautiful woman asks my sartorial advice, "slutty" is the default response.
(I also procrastinate, in case you're wondering.)
Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-11 02:11 am (UTC)Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-11 02:36 am (UTC)- It's a concert for The Killers (http://www.thekillersmusic.com/) to promote their newest album, "Sam's Town"; I don't know who the opening acts are
- I lied about it being in Molson Amphitheatre; I think they were there last time, this time they're at Kool Haus
- There will be about five of us, and we're all female, so, no fathers or boyfriends
- Friday Oct 20 will actually be the first Friday in a loooong time that I'm able to stay out late because I won't have to be up at 6 the next morning for work, so there will be much partying afterwards, likely at my friend's residence
- You're welcome to come if you'd like, but a) I don't think you'd get along with these particular friends (they're the really conservative ones) and b) you'd have to be willing to pay >$200 for a pair (http://search.ebay.ca/search/search.dll?cgiurl=http%3A%2F%2Fcgi.ebay.ca%2Fws%2F&fkr=1&from=R8&satitle=the+killers+toronto&x=0&y=0) because tickets sold out about 15 minutes after they started selling them
- Unfortunately, being not particularly butch, I don't have Doc Marten's, faded jeans, or a men's shirt, although I guess the last one would be fairly easy to procure
Re: Battered Anology
Date: 2006-10-11 08:53 pm (UTC)That said, if you plan on dancing, I would recommend something solid - preferably steel-toed - in the shoe department. Other than that, I'll do my best in the esthetic department next Thursday.