'Mrs. BSR said:
Bogart, you mentioned your wife said to the therapist that she just wants you to love her. Have you asked her about that?
1) What exactly do you think I've done or haven't done that makes you think I don't love you?
2) What did you mean by "just love me?"
I would ask mostly out of curiosity. There are more issues than she's letting show. Seems to me that she needs to work on a lot of issues and IMO, I think there's stuff she just needs to get over.
To have a successful relationship, you have to be able to just plain talk to each other, enjoy each others company, learn from mistakes, build on trust, etc. A huge part is mutual respect for each other. She has to step out of her little world and look at your feelings, your thoughts, your wants; not just hers.
Can't speak for Bogart, but this is when it really started going South in my marriage. When my wife would start lying to me and/or hiding things from me she knew I wouldn't like. Then (worse) trying to take advantage of the fact that I've had some recent migraine issues and some other issues in my head that are causing a bit of occasional short-term memory loss. A la her telling me that she wasn't ____________, only to have me ask what she's doing and have her say "Oh, we talked about that...you said you were okay with __________," which was complete fiction. Nothing terribly serious, but lying to me (then finally coming clean about lying to me about it after I wouldn't let her off the hook) has really eroded trust in our relationship.The thing with my wife is that she wants to schedule herself and our kids into 1,001 activities. Some not costing money, others costing money, but ALL of them costing precious time. Time we could have as a family of four. Time we could have as a couple. She says that's normal, and that I'd better get used to it. Maybe I was an outlier as a kid, but my oldest daughter (8) has probably already been in more stuff and had more sleep overs, home and away, then I had before leaving for college. It just feels as though our calendars are kept insanely busy so that we don't have to deal with the harsh, empty condition of our relationship. And any time I voice my displeasure/concern for how crazy our schedules are? Well, I'm being unreasonable...and I need to change.
Take this week, as a typical example:
Monday: My daughter comes home after school with three of her friends. Unannounced/unplanned. Mind you, I work from home, so four 8 year old girls doing what eight year old girls do is a distraction/disruption at work, to say the least! My wife then is busy doing God knows what, and we eat dinner about 45 minutes late. My daughter's friends are back knocking on our front door asking if she can go over to the park and play before we're even finished with dinner, then they end up running around in our yard scattering toys, litter, ??? until about 8:30pm (about 45 minutes after our girls are supposed to be in bed, on a school night).
Tuesday: See Monday. Only instead of three friends, it was one friend. We eat 30-45 minutes late (again), and then 4-5 of my daughter's friends are banging on the door after dinner. With our girls getting to bed around 8:30pm. With our youngest crying and yelling because the "big girls" don't want to include her. AGAIN, on a school night.
Wednesday. Last day of school...so my daughter comes home, friend in-tow, around lunch time. We then go to a preschool graduation for my youngest, which runs into dinner (5:30pm). My wife understandably doesn't feel like cooking, so she runs to Subway to buy us all dinner while I take our youngest home to change her clothes and get ready to play outside. We then drive over to an area park with dinner, eat until about 6:45pm, then my wife tells me that she needs to leave to take my oldest to a bonfire at her friend's house (unscheduled, and first I've heard of it). Okay...I entertain my youngest while she's gone, then we head home when she gets back. Around 7:15pm or so. She then says she wants to take our youngest out for ice cream, with me staying home until our oldest shows up. About 8:45pm, my oldest rumbles in and we play at the park across the street until after 9:00pm when my wife and youngest finally get home. My oldest asks where they were, and proceeds to melt-down after being told that they went out for ice cream (without her). Chernobyl would have been proud! Dealing with that until about 9:45pm. Mind you, I generally am supposed to be back at work by around 8:00pm each evening.
Thursday. Oldest and youngest go to daycare (thank God...an actual 8-hour block without pre-teen XX chromosomes running around yelling and crying while I'm trying to pay the bills). Wife wastes a good chunk of the day getting ready for a garage sale and an open house that she and her sister had planned for Saturday...which takes about 10 hours to prep for and maybe 2-3 hours to clean up after, as well as a good 8-10 hours to operate, all for MAYBE $100-$200 net? We eat dinner about 20 minutes late, AGAIN, and then she says "oh...I need to _______________" to get ready for this weekend's bull####, and I'm busy trying to do all the picking up/dishes and keeping the girls from killing one another. The girls end up getting to bed 30-45 minutes late...AGAIN, which means I'm late getting back to work.
Friday. Wife wastes more time getting ready for the Open House, as well as the garage sale that she's taken our stuff to sell (which she promised last Summer she/we would never do again). About 6pm, after eating late (again), my sister-in-law and niece rumble in for tomorrow's Open House. They are loud, and don't keep anything close to a "normal" schedule. So...my kids are up until well past 11pm doing whatever they're doing...making a racket while I'm trying to pay the bills.
Saturday. Both kids get up at a normal time, but are noticeably crabby after being 2-3+ hours short on sleep from the night before. Basically, they've been yelling, pounding on the piano, leaving 50 messes in their wake, etc. all day...while I try and do some yard work and keep the house from looking like an episode of
Hoarders. Did I mention the Open House was at our house...and that it basically completely took over the entire first floor of our home? So after making their $100-$200 (net), it'll take hours getting everything back together...while the girls get crabbier and more tired.
Sunday (tomorrow). Who knows...but if it's typical, girls will be in each other's hair half the day, we'll eat dinner 30-45 minutes late, and they'll get to bed 30-45+ minutes after they're supposed to. On top of the two hours I'll spend on laundry and cleaning/organization (like I do most every day) and the 12-14 hours I'll spend getting a jump on the coming week to keep food on the table.
This is a typical week for our family. It is complete and utter chaos...about two-thirds of which is elective (poor decisions on my wife and my part). Kids running in and out of here without any advanced warning/notice. My wife planning for her next ____________ that will make us about $6/hour (when she's sacrificing time at our company that would be paying her over $25/hour). My wife running off to 4-5 committees she serves on, having a "trip to pick up our oldest at a friends house" turn into an unplanned 90-minute chat with the other girl's mom while our youngest asks "where's Mom?" about 80 times in the interim, "just in time delivery" of any/all responsibilities she has for our family, etc. Or late more often then not...such as knowing for two days that we're getting low on milk or toilet paper, only to wait until it runs out and tell me at 6:30-7:00pm that she needs to run to the grocery store. Which really means getting home around 8:00pm after seeing a friend in the store and shooting the bull...with me left to deal with getting our girls ready for bed (though they won't go to bed until Mom gets home to ready stories and snuggle). Etc, etc, etc.
I've had enough. If it were occasional chaos, I could accept it. But the only break I get from the looney bin is when I'm not home or when they're not home. I love my girls to death, but this is a HIGHLY unhealthy environment for me to live in. Particularly since I struggle with chronic migraines, and need quiet/calm to function without feeling like my skull is trying to give birth to a baseball.