
It’s a few days to having my procedure and I woke up okay. Well waking up for me these days has become a series of “waking ups” per morning. First I wake up at 5.30 am when my husband’s alarm on the cell phone goes off so he can get dressed for work, that’s if he hasn’t woken up a few time earlier just to check that he hasn’t overslept and that the alarm hasn’t already gone off. The silly phone makes some silly musical sound each time he flips it open to check the time and again when he flips it shut. Oh that darn thing. Anyway I again wake up at about 5.45 to jump in my clothes and drive him to the train station. I get back home at 6 and go to the rest room where I read a bit of my daily devotional and go back to bed. I wake up every hour after that until I finally get up at 8 and say my prayers then race around getting ready for work and out the door. It leaves me feeling woozy in the head like I haven’t had enough sleep even though I had slept for several hours. But all that is another story.
Today my final awakening was by a text message which came in. I forwarded it to my hubby as requested and he called a few minutes later. By that time I was already awake reading my bible though he apologised for waking me up. I wondered which of the waking me up he was apologising for. Anyway I was quite happy to hear his voice and help him with whatever he wanted. The trouble started when I started praying and I kept remembering how he annoyed me last night. Funny I forgot all about it last night soon after he said whatever it was. But this morning its back full force. I gave up trying to pray and started breakfast only to start crying, quite uncontrollably too. I was so upset I cried through mouthfuls. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and what I saw in the mirror on Monday morning really frightened me. I just could not stop. I thought of calling my sister in law to come and get me but I didn’t want to put anyone through that much trouble. She’s an hour’s drive away. I was worried I was having a true meltdown, a nervous breakdown. God forbid. The thought of being so weak eventually made me calm down a bit. It was terrible.
Today my final awakening was by a text message which came in. I forwarded it to my hubby as requested and he called a few minutes later. By that time I was already awake reading my bible though he apologised for waking me up. I wondered which of the waking me up he was apologising for. Anyway I was quite happy to hear his voice and help him with whatever he wanted. The trouble started when I started praying and I kept remembering how he annoyed me last night. Funny I forgot all about it last night soon after he said whatever it was. But this morning its back full force. I gave up trying to pray and started breakfast only to start crying, quite uncontrollably too. I was so upset I cried through mouthfuls. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and what I saw in the mirror on Monday morning really frightened me. I just could not stop. I thought of calling my sister in law to come and get me but I didn’t want to put anyone through that much trouble. She’s an hour’s drive away. I was worried I was having a true meltdown, a nervous breakdown. God forbid. The thought of being so weak eventually made me calm down a bit. It was terrible.
True I get delayed reactions. That’s not strange for me. I discovered a long time ago that it’s like that with me. That’s just how I’m made. I do get these seriously delayed reactions to serious issues. I guess it has its value since I’m less likely to blow up in anyone’s face on the spot. But when I eventually react the recipient has turned victim. They, like my husband, can’t understand what I’m on about. Why the high drama? Why is she over reacting? Why is she blowing this out of proportion? Somebody help! They are now the victim not me. “12 hours later?”He asked. I was really pissed off especially because he wasn’t remorseful and didn’t sympathise or empathise with me. It’s just not fair how he isn’t seeing my point and isn’t appreciating how bad I feel. That just made me cry some more. Okay I’m not a cry baby. It may have been exacerbated by the medication I’m on in readiness for the procedure. But I truly felt misused.
This brings me to the question. How do we react when our spouses upset us? I mean really upset us? What proportion of reaction is appropriate? I mean you clean and cook, ride and drive and work all day long. Then you come back home and do it all over again. Then you’re expected to purr like a kitten at the end of it all. How do they think you achieve all that if you’re not on over drive? Of course we’re on overdrive.
I decided to write him an email. He reads his mails every night and will definitely see it. In fact if you want to get him to pay attention to something, even lengthy stuff, put it in an email or make it part of the bible. The later is more tedious to do since we are prohibited from adding to the bible and can no longer contact the divinely inspired writers to help us here. Not that what I want to write to him at this very moment when I’m livid is divinely inspired or will even meet with their approval. So that leaves me with the email option.
I wrote out my grievance and poured out my heart through unseeing eyes filled with tears. Then I wiped then off and tried to read through. Ah now I see and decide I really don’t want to tear him down with these harsh words. Even when I feel he doesn’t care or hasn’t shown enough care about my feelings I am still worried about his. But I thought the essence of this was to hurt him and ruin his day like he is ruining mine? Eh... may be not. My power of invectives is amazing and heaven help whoever I choose to unleash it on. So I hesitate. I’m still am worried about the long term effect of my words and how they may hurt his pride. Oh what’s the use? I finish the email and save it as draft because I figure the words will only hurt him even if they truly explain why I have taken so much offence at what he said. He just won’t get it and yet I feel he must be made to appreciate the gravity of the issue at hand.
What to do? I’m leaving home, if only for the night. That should teach him. Except that I can’t quite figure out where to go. If I go to my family they’ll just get upset with him and loose respect for him. I don’t want that. Also they may think we’ve been fighting over this all night and that he has been simply horrible to me. That’s not the case. In fact we spent a few hours in bed reading, he showing me the new revelations from the bible and me sharing an article from a magazine I was reading. Then we spent the night in each other’s arms as usual. Then he offered to walk to the station asking a few times before he left if I was alright. I can’t think of a more glorious picture of domestic bliss. So where is all this pain coming from?
So I thought of going to stay at a hotel. That may not be a great idea since he may just think it was premeditated and a guise for some planned rendezvous. I’m just getting angrier as every action I consider taking is likely to backfire on me. Now if he has taken any of these actions no one would have misread them, or would they? It seems I’m upset yet left with no avenue to vent my annoyance and that leaves me feeling frustrated. I would like to show that I am upset but I also would like to keep it within the limits of lucid reason so that the point is not lost. I once heard of a woman who caught her husband cheating and went out and got herself some. Now that’s just desert, nes’t pas? This thin balance is so easily upset that I find it’s easier just to get quietly upset and quietly get over it and not expect any apology or redress. That seems to be the only way out. What do you think?

