Adjusting to cohabitation
Golden and I had some tense interactions last night. He was spoiling for a fight and I unwittingly stepped into the firing range it seems. I think I've now learned to keep silent when it comes to his divorce and custody issues. It's just not worth the price to voice an opinion that challenges his own. After a few minutes I told him I was done and that I was exiting the conversation. He then asked if I was willing to discuss the cooking situation. Reluctantly I said that yes, we could discuss it. He had sent me a text on Saturday when Bond and I were grocery shopping asking me if we could talk about it and I had postponed it. I've been doing the majority of the cooking since I moved in and I haven't discussed it with him. I just jumped in and took over. I was feeling uneasy about it already, so receiving the text made me feel like I was being called into the principal's office.
Background info: Golden's rent is cooking, cleaning, and other chores such as yard work. He's a PhD student, so his income is limited. When he moved in, Bond was over his head trying to single parent and keep up with all the house keeping stuff, so this was a great solution.
I should have declined to discuss the cooking situation with him at that time. I felt like emotions were heightened and I was on the defense, so it was really poor timing. I didn't want to postpone the discussion because I had already done so and it was starting to venture into a zone where he may feel it was one of those things that is off the table for some bizarre reason and I didn't want that.
He expressed how on the one hand it was nice to have me doing the cooking, but on the other hand it was incredibly stressful for him, because it's part of his rent and responsibility.
I can see why he was feeling stressed about the cooking situation. I did not communicated with him or made it a joint effort. I felt this in the pit of my stomach, but hadn't stopped myself. I just continued to push my way in and take ownership of something that wasn't up for grabs.
Earlier in the day yesterday I had entered some menu ideas into a calendar with links to the recipes. I color-coded entries to indicate if they were to be prepped the night before, as in the case of crockpot meals, or things like the lasagna, to make life easier. I had planned on sharing that with him to get his opinion and input. So, I had been planning on having a talk about this and I thought maybe we could come up with a joint effort that would work well for both of us and involve both of us. But I couldn't express this when I was feeling under attack last night, so it went unmentioned.
Last night I needed time to sort out my feelings, so I couldn't talk about it then. I am thankful that he gave me the time and space I asked for. Golden likes to press forward, so this isn't an easy thing for him to give.
We ate dinner, Bond wasn't home from work and Z took his food to the basement, because he was in the middle of a game, so it was Golden and his son and me. I swung the conversation to Halloween costumes and as soon as we finished eating we pulled the tote of costumes out and he started trying them on. For 12 he's a very broad shouldered young man and he barely fits into children's sized costumes. He settled on one and I suggested we go shopping for accessories right then so we cleared the table and went to Halloween Express. As soon as we returned home I shut myself in the bedroom. I just needed a buffer of space for a bit. I'm starting to think that Golden may be right that I may need a space of my own. I never anticipated feeling like I need to escape to a quiet place like I've been feeling since I moved in. It is noteworthy that every time I've felt like this it's been Golden induced.
I tried to watch TV, but I couldn't sort out the Dish Network interface, so I left it on music and opened up Facebook and just tried to relax. Bond sent a text saying he was on his way home right before Golden asked if he could come in to talk, so when he came home we had an awkward moment of him feeling like he should knock before walking in his own bedroom because he could hear Golden and me talking and the door was shut. Basically, Golden wanted to check up on me. It was a rather tender moment and I assured him I was fine, but just needed some alone time. He said he felt like he had hurt me somehow over the cooking discussion. I reiterated that I would be fine. He said I didn't answer if he had hurt me in some way and again I reiterated that I'd be okay. I was feeling close to crying and yes, I did feel hurt. I just couldn't identify the why behind my emotions. I had some insight, but I needed time to sort it out.
I went for a walk with Bond and Z and when we got back Golden was on the couch with The Walking Dead queued up, but not playing.
He said to me, "So, is it safe to say that you don't want to talk about [ex-wife], or my kids, or my divorce going forward."
I said, "No. It's a huge leap in thinking to jump to that conclusion."
He then corrected me with, "Just answer the question."
WHAT? I had answered the question. I said, "No."
I volleyed back with, "I did answer the question. I said no, and then I followed with another comment. I'm allowed to do that."
He has a penchant for playing out a conversation in his head and expecting you to follow his script like you have no brain of your own and your thoughts are going to mirror his exactly. He does this with his kids all the time. There are times when it doesn't matter what they say, he is going to correct them and tell them in what form they should have phrased their question or response. There are times when what they have said is so close to exactly what he wished them to say that it is confusing to understand where the difference lies.
I understand the desire to win an argument. I also acknowledge that there are times when one feels in the mood for a good fight, but these desires cannot override fair play if you want a relationship to remain healthy. I am not going to accept being coerced into compliance.
I walked out of the room and retreated to the bedroom again. This time with Bond and Z to watch Supergirl.
I barely slept last night. In the morning I woke feeling like I was being gas-lighted by Golden. I discussed it with Bond and he said that he understood why I felt like that. He said that in the past he was probably guilty of doing that with his wife, because he would not give her time to express herself and he felt like she wasn't really answering the question so he'd push relentlessly, and also because of a need to win an argument.
As far as the cooking situation goes, right now I think I just need to step away. I'm surprised how emotional I am feeling about this. I feel so sad. Like I'm experiencing a huge loss.
I think it comes down to feeling like I was interloping in a role in someone else's family. Like I adopted a role without asking if that was okay and am being told it's taken. This leaves me feeling at a loss as to how to be a part of this family. For me, it was an easy way to show my love and care and one I am familiar with.
I've never been in a situation where I wasn't the one responsible for the majority of the household chores, so this is new territory for me.
I will find other ways to fit in. This will actually make my life much easier and will help me feel less overwhelmed in the long run.
It will all be okay. Once I shifted my thinking, I'm actually feeling optimistic about the possibilities.
Golden and I had some tense interactions last night. He was spoiling for a fight and I unwittingly stepped into the firing range it seems. I think I've now learned to keep silent when it comes to his divorce and custody issues. It's just not worth the price to voice an opinion that challenges his own. After a few minutes I told him I was done and that I was exiting the conversation. He then asked if I was willing to discuss the cooking situation. Reluctantly I said that yes, we could discuss it. He had sent me a text on Saturday when Bond and I were grocery shopping asking me if we could talk about it and I had postponed it. I've been doing the majority of the cooking since I moved in and I haven't discussed it with him. I just jumped in and took over. I was feeling uneasy about it already, so receiving the text made me feel like I was being called into the principal's office.
Background info: Golden's rent is cooking, cleaning, and other chores such as yard work. He's a PhD student, so his income is limited. When he moved in, Bond was over his head trying to single parent and keep up with all the house keeping stuff, so this was a great solution.
I should have declined to discuss the cooking situation with him at that time. I felt like emotions were heightened and I was on the defense, so it was really poor timing. I didn't want to postpone the discussion because I had already done so and it was starting to venture into a zone where he may feel it was one of those things that is off the table for some bizarre reason and I didn't want that.
He expressed how on the one hand it was nice to have me doing the cooking, but on the other hand it was incredibly stressful for him, because it's part of his rent and responsibility.
I can see why he was feeling stressed about the cooking situation. I did not communicated with him or made it a joint effort. I felt this in the pit of my stomach, but hadn't stopped myself. I just continued to push my way in and take ownership of something that wasn't up for grabs.
Earlier in the day yesterday I had entered some menu ideas into a calendar with links to the recipes. I color-coded entries to indicate if they were to be prepped the night before, as in the case of crockpot meals, or things like the lasagna, to make life easier. I had planned on sharing that with him to get his opinion and input. So, I had been planning on having a talk about this and I thought maybe we could come up with a joint effort that would work well for both of us and involve both of us. But I couldn't express this when I was feeling under attack last night, so it went unmentioned.
Last night I needed time to sort out my feelings, so I couldn't talk about it then. I am thankful that he gave me the time and space I asked for. Golden likes to press forward, so this isn't an easy thing for him to give.
We ate dinner, Bond wasn't home from work and Z took his food to the basement, because he was in the middle of a game, so it was Golden and his son and me. I swung the conversation to Halloween costumes and as soon as we finished eating we pulled the tote of costumes out and he started trying them on. For 12 he's a very broad shouldered young man and he barely fits into children's sized costumes. He settled on one and I suggested we go shopping for accessories right then so we cleared the table and went to Halloween Express. As soon as we returned home I shut myself in the bedroom. I just needed a buffer of space for a bit. I'm starting to think that Golden may be right that I may need a space of my own. I never anticipated feeling like I need to escape to a quiet place like I've been feeling since I moved in. It is noteworthy that every time I've felt like this it's been Golden induced.
I tried to watch TV, but I couldn't sort out the Dish Network interface, so I left it on music and opened up Facebook and just tried to relax. Bond sent a text saying he was on his way home right before Golden asked if he could come in to talk, so when he came home we had an awkward moment of him feeling like he should knock before walking in his own bedroom because he could hear Golden and me talking and the door was shut. Basically, Golden wanted to check up on me. It was a rather tender moment and I assured him I was fine, but just needed some alone time. He said he felt like he had hurt me somehow over the cooking discussion. I reiterated that I would be fine. He said I didn't answer if he had hurt me in some way and again I reiterated that I'd be okay. I was feeling close to crying and yes, I did feel hurt. I just couldn't identify the why behind my emotions. I had some insight, but I needed time to sort it out.
I went for a walk with Bond and Z and when we got back Golden was on the couch with The Walking Dead queued up, but not playing.
He said to me, "So, is it safe to say that you don't want to talk about [ex-wife], or my kids, or my divorce going forward."
I said, "No. It's a huge leap in thinking to jump to that conclusion."
He then corrected me with, "Just answer the question."
WHAT? I had answered the question. I said, "No."
I volleyed back with, "I did answer the question. I said no, and then I followed with another comment. I'm allowed to do that."
He has a penchant for playing out a conversation in his head and expecting you to follow his script like you have no brain of your own and your thoughts are going to mirror his exactly. He does this with his kids all the time. There are times when it doesn't matter what they say, he is going to correct them and tell them in what form they should have phrased their question or response. There are times when what they have said is so close to exactly what he wished them to say that it is confusing to understand where the difference lies.
I understand the desire to win an argument. I also acknowledge that there are times when one feels in the mood for a good fight, but these desires cannot override fair play if you want a relationship to remain healthy. I am not going to accept being coerced into compliance.
I walked out of the room and retreated to the bedroom again. This time with Bond and Z to watch Supergirl.
I barely slept last night. In the morning I woke feeling like I was being gas-lighted by Golden. I discussed it with Bond and he said that he understood why I felt like that. He said that in the past he was probably guilty of doing that with his wife, because he would not give her time to express herself and he felt like she wasn't really answering the question so he'd push relentlessly, and also because of a need to win an argument.
As far as the cooking situation goes, right now I think I just need to step away. I'm surprised how emotional I am feeling about this. I feel so sad. Like I'm experiencing a huge loss.
I think it comes down to feeling like I was interloping in a role in someone else's family. Like I adopted a role without asking if that was okay and am being told it's taken. This leaves me feeling at a loss as to how to be a part of this family. For me, it was an easy way to show my love and care and one I am familiar with.
I've never been in a situation where I wasn't the one responsible for the majority of the household chores, so this is new territory for me.
I will find other ways to fit in. This will actually make my life much easier and will help me feel less overwhelmed in the long run.
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