As I've been blogging here, and hurting in the middle of the night, and filling up my best friends "mail box" with endless tomes of my hurts and frustrations, I am seeing clearly what I've only been feeling before. I don't HAVE a boyfriend.
Last weekend. On Sun he went into three red faced, screaming fist waving tantrums over things in his life that frustrate him. None of them were aimed at me or anything I've done, but I had to listen while he ranted on and on. Now all of us needs friends to listen while we vent. I grew up in a violent abusive household and yelling and fist waving terrify me. I essentially curl up into an emotional ball. At two points I had to leave the room because the anxiety caused by his yelling was overwhelming to me. He knows that I have this issue, but goes into these rages frequently. He says he can't help it, because life is so frustrating and unfair.
One of his rages was at the local NPR station. He supports it with twenty bucks a month and is hooked on several evening radio shows (they are often a reason he gives for not being able to spend an evening with me) for some reason, the station doesn't always broadcast the show he is looking forward to, or they start it ten minutes late or whatever. Off he goes, yelling at what blankety blank idiots they are an how he supports them and he isn't getting his money's worth.
I feel like I put the equivalent, at least, of twenty bucks a month into our relationship,but how many times a month does he NOT follow through? He changes plans, turns his phone off, then tells me he was too tired to do anything anyway. If I voice even disappointment, let alone anger, off he goes on his litany of don't I know that he needs twelve hours of sleep a night (which is plain bullshit, left on his own he stays up late, I know this for a fact) and don't I know he needs his alone time? And didn't he tell me from the start that he has his radio shows and he need alone time and he has to hike two days a week (weekend). I have not gone into a rage at him, the way he rages at me, the way he rages at the NPR station, the way he rages on about work and how all they do is use, abuse and shit on him.
He has a tights fetish. I have purchased tights, leggings, body stockings etc to surprise and please him. He likes it. And it's fun for me too. He wears clothes when we have sex. He knows I like it when he gets naked. He says he will sometimes, but..basically it just doesn't happen. There are other sexual things I like, just really common normal things, but he doesn't care for them, he says we will get to them sometime, but we never do. I told him that I'd feel sexy if he got me this little fur cape, and wouldn't I look good in it AND a body stocking? Well, it's been about six weeks...no fur. I told him about the fur thing originally 9 months ago. It was about 6 weeks ago I gave him a link to the website. He assured me he still has the link. Oh yey!
When we first started dating, and having sex, he called me by his ex's name a few times. Ouch! He said he wasn't thinking of her, and it just popped out and he has no idea why. I felt really sad, but let it go. A couple weeks ago, he called me her name again. He just went on, maybe he didn't even notice. I just went on, not knowing what to do. I know the litany I would have gotten if I'd brought it up, the whole "don't I know..." thing, don't I know that he wasn't thinking about her, don't I know that he loves me, don't I know that he's caught up in the sex and doesn't know what he is saying. Doesn't he know it's like being punched in the gut for me?
I am always expected to be sensitive to his needs. To understand. But he is not sensitive to mine. He thinks I shouldn't be so demanding. He thinks I should be flexible enough to always be ok with his "spontaneity" and ready to get together when the mood hits him. He thinks I should be happy that, after he's spent the whole evening doing his thing, he calls me at bedtime so he can come over and then I have to set the alarm and wake up early so he had time for his morning rituals before work. I should feel cared for and special that he decided to spend 7 hours asleep beside me. And if I mention that I'd like an evening together..."didn't I spend last night with you?"
I need to see it in black and white. And it makes me red all over, with shame, that I have spent so much time and effort on a sham "relationship" and allowed myself to be treated so shabbily.