Janathan Grace Reflections   This is my journey of self discovery shared with you

A Continuing Saga…

At Smith Mountain Lake Kimberly and I took a kayak ride, and, like usual, talked some more.  One of our cars has over 200k on the odometer, so we have been talking for some time about getting another vehicle.  I mentioned to Kimberly my desire to buy a truck, for which I regularly have a need.  “We don’t need to discuss it seriously at this point… I just thought I would broach the subject for you to think about,” I said.

She was quiet for a moment.  Then she said, “I’m afraid that if you get a truck we will be inundated with wood.  You know how you have been packing it in everywhere.”  It’s true.  I’m a scavenger.  I find useful things on the street next to garbage cans, in dumpsters at construction sites, and at demolished buildings.  With these I have built a bedroom, cedar flower box, a king size bed frame, and numerous other projects.

I responded, “Okay, the shed is full of wood, but I’m the only one who goes in there.”

Kimberly corrected, “You also have wood piled on the downstairs patio and stacked in the laundry room in the basement.”

I replied, “I didn’t know that bothered you.  I can take that wood out if you like.”

This kind of interaction has often been a trapdoor to shame.  If Kimberly expresses any dissatisfaction with life together, I feel I have been a bad husband.  She does not intend to shame me… she is just telling me how she feels.  But I was trained as a child that when someone expressed dissatisfaction, they were telling you how you must change to meet their expectations (and by inference, how you are currently inadequate).  They were talking about their feelings not as an act of sharing their experience but as a means to pressure you to bend to their wishes, making you responsible for their unhappy feelings.

Kimberly and I have spent many, many hours working through this issue—about construction I am doing, my grocery choices, messes I leave.  She has told me hundreds of times that her discomfort is not my fault, that she is not trying to manipulate me by guilt or shame, that she simply wants to share how she feels without burdening me with expectations.  She just wants me to understand and empathize with her feelings.

But this is a serious problem for me.  When she recounts her negative feelings, my past shouts at me, “She is telling you that you must change, that you are inadequate.  There will always be something you disappoint her with.  You are a worthless human being!”  I could not listen, understand and support her emotions without condemning myself as a failure.

We have come a long way in the right direction.  She has understood my struggle and learned to express her feelings in a manner that least provokes my fears.  I have learned to trust her so much more and to start supporting her in her feelings without taking responsibility for them and shaming myself.

As we paddled up an inlet, we discussed our growth as a couple, and I reminded her how well she dealt with the issue of dirty dishes.  Kimberly is a do-it-now person and I am a do-it-later person.  She would like for us to wash each saucer as it gets dirty, even pausing our DVR movie to do this.  I find it efficient to wait until I have free time, for instance during the two minutes my coffee is in the microwave.  Our initial compromise was that if plates piled up, I would wash them.  I was fine with this trade—I chose the timing and did all the dishes.  Hey, if I have to wash everything, I’ll do it when I like… so I let them pile up.  I preferred leaving them in the sink at night and scrubbing them in the morning, but she found it difficult to get her cup of coffee with a basin full of dishes, and it soured her mood to see a stack of pots covered with dried remains of food.  When this had happened for a week in a row, she decided it was time to talk.

Kimberly explained the situation and said, “How about if we wash the dishes together at night?”  I felt bad that my method was spoiling her mornings, but since she was careful in how she worded it, I was able not to blame and shame myself.  I found that I was then free to respond to her out of love and care rather than out of shame and obligation.  The resolution felt good to both of us, validating each of us and our feelings.  I still wash all the dishes in the morning, but I do it before she comes downstairs.

The resolution is not a permanent fix for my underlying issues. I still struggle not to be motivated out of fear for what she will think of me, but we are both headed in the right direction.  Our commitment to mutual support creates a world of trust, safety, and intimacy.