I posted the other day about being unhappy. Yesterday evening maybe pinpointed something that is so key.
We were eating with my daughter who's living at home at the moment. Meal over we were chatting and he started fiddling absent mindedly with some tomatoes on the table. Sounds mad but fiddling is such a habit he and the kids have and so often it ends up with things being broken as a result. I've watched it for years and it is something that is catalogued in my mind with nothing ever being taken care of, so the house is full of broken or dirty things, we've never been able to sell on stuff because it's been wrecked and I endlessly bite my tongue and say nothing. This time I said 'stop fiddling with the tomatoes' and then I did a joke parody of someone fiddling with something- it happened to be a bit of cable, the memory in my mind was Daughter twisting and untwisting the IPad stand the other day with me saying nothing but thinking 'oh no, she's about to break that.
Last night, it became tense, daughter scowled into plate and began banging around. He said nothing. He is an appeaser, it's his style and what trouble it's caused over the years. I said 'look at how you are both responding' (silly me!) and she then accused me of insulting her and he went into full on trying to make everything ok mode which, as usual, made out that I was being unreasonable. Then it degenerated into a massive row.
Today I feel so miserable. I feel I can't stand it. Even now, I will find plates and cups left absentmindedly around the house by both of them. Daughter is 23 and her room is a smelly tip, clothes everywhere, cups everywhere, plates with half eaten stuff on them casually pushed to one side. It's always been like this. They (she and her sisters) spent their youth wearing clothes messily, undone up coats, socks that don't match, items endlessly lost and broken and serious stuff like 'forgetting' to wear cycle helmets or bother to text to say when they'll be home. The sister of daughter at home once let guinea pigs run around in her room and wee and poo all over the carpet and she didn't see it as a problem. I sound obsessive but I'm not, I can be untidy too but I've been forced into this role or being the backstop all the time while he says nothing or I feel, always takes their side and says I'm being unreasonable. It's a family joke that 'mum always knows where things are'.
I ended up shouting at him last night that I wanted a divorce because I couldn't stand it any longer. I don't feel appreciated or listened to. He says he does listen but this appeasing style means that even if he did/does say something, he says it in such a way that they don't bother to listen. His lack of authority has been another family joke.
When my oldest daughter came home from university complete with lesbian girlfriend and they lived with us for a while, the situation deteriorated pretty quickly and in the resulting row she hit me and he defended her and said I wasn't listening to her. That's never really got resolved. She lives elsewhere with boyfriend who 'doesn't do family', so we don't see her often.
It's my birthday tomorrow and so I'm expected to appear happy to spend time with them all and I just feel bloody miserable and wish I had somewhere to go to get away. Sometimes we read the back story of other people's lives and it makes us glad that we don't live like that or have that to put up with. I'll bet quite a few of you think that now if you've read this to the end. Thanks for reading anyway
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic