Yes, that was my old method. Scary, huh? And of course, I break stuff in the kitchen too. But I always get it cleaned up before he sees it. My daughter is still traumatized from the time we were making a frozen lemon pie, and I had separated out the egg yolks and whipped the egg whites, and then answered the phone. My sweet little helper asked what to do with the egg yolks now. I quickly said, "Put them in the bowl." So she put them in the bowl with the frothy egg whites. When I looked back, I screamed, "Not that bowl!" Poor little girl, she broke down crying. I think it was a year or so before she wanted to cook with me again.
Taken over, done it my way, and then snap at him for not doing it ever (!!!!) and for not knowing how to do it MY way and for making me do it...
yeah, I know... super bitch! K
maybe not the first few year but definitely the last before the bomb...
And on an scale of 1-10 would your feeling be a 10? And if your feeling were a color would it be red? BTW you get a 10 for honesty and "retrouvaille" means "rediscovery". HDYFAMA!?
FB that was too funny...brings back all my fond retro memories. I think I should just start a daily journal even without H and use those ratings/terms. They are sure helpful to me...
Yes, the word retrouvaille mean rediscovery. But the experience of retrouvaille is change. Change by both spouses to make a better marriage. That was what I was referring to.
When he broke the jar, my feeling was disappointment, because things had been going well, and now there was something bad to deal with. The color was purple, a mixture of red for the mess and blue for the loss of the nice working together in the kitchen experience. And it was just a 4 on the emotional scale. I knew that I could jump in and fix the mess, but I chose to hang back and see what would happen if I didn't. I still don't understand why he grasps the broom with only one hand. It's as if he was trying to use it and keep it distant from him at the same time. I think he really wants me to believe that he is incapable of cleaning.
<< He did an alright job of cleaning it up, but not complete. I could have criticized it. But I tried not to. It bothered him that I stood there watching, but I continued to watch, and when he missed some glass, I did point it out. Ouch! Still a lot more opportunity for change here ;-)
So lots of fun. S25 showed up today as he usually does on Monday. He told me that he and his girlfriend had a big argument. I told him he could talk to me about it when he wanted to. He hesitated a few minutes and then said that they had a big argument with lots of yelling, and he told her, "Shut up you f@#$ing stupid bitch!" And now he didn't know what to do. Tee-hee, I've been telling him to stop the cursing for a long time now.
I told him he needed to apologize. He said that he had done that. And I said, "And you need to change." He walked out of the room. Then S19 walked by, and S25 told him what he had said. And S19 just laughed and walked away. I asked S19, if he thought there was something wrong with saying that to one's girlfriend, and they both laughed.
So we'll see where this goes. I think S25 may have finally learned something. But you never know. It is so nice to have someone else teaching him lessons. He wore me out years ago.
Can't believe it. S25 was a good boy today. He pressure washed the patio area for me and did a good job. Then he spent the rest of the day primping, and right at dinnertime, he left without a word. I saw the forgive-me gift I helped him pick out in his hand. So he is invited back to the girlfriend's house! Wow! That level of potty-mouth talk, and he can go back after only 2 days. I was hoping for higher standards.
