Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Relapse

Oops! I thought everything was over with but in typical female fashion she was just saving a little last twist of the knife. It's a tactics the ladies are good at just to keep you in your subservient place. A little bit of history then just to explain. I found out about something the wife had done and when I sifted through my options for possible responses, beating about the bush wasn't on the table. Instead then I opted for the full on assault choosing my favourite weapon for the battlefield in front of me: the lazer tipped, self guided tongue lashing. The confrontation was short lived but I left the room happy with myself that I had inflicted sufficient response to rule out the possibility of retaliation. I even felt I detected a slight blue haze and the smell of cordite in the air. I did however manage to resist the temptation to throw her a steely gaze and say, "I'll be back" in an Americanised German accent.
The trouble is that I had miscalculated. I hadn't reckoned on her use of psychological countermeasures and today I suffered a stealth retaliatory strike. We were watching a DVD together  thinking we had pretty much restored diplomatic relations when she hit me with the, "You said some cruel things and you hurt me, and I haven't done anything wrong!" Shit! It was the barefaced denial response. There's not a lot you can do to justify you own actions when the opposition hasn't done anything wrong. I had more justification than the Americans in Iraq however as I had actually found her WMDs, that was the point of the argument. The problem was the proof in this case was painted in a colour that is invisible to her eyes so it isn't any use in the court of Shay and Cecy.
Never mind. I'm sure that everything will be right as rain again soon. I've switched to a new tactic these days. Now that I've recognised that it is impossible to win an argument through logic I've switched to the "run away"  battle plan. It's more difficult to argue with me when I'm not in the house.
Personally I'm feeling much better. I still feel incredible sad at times during the day when I remember what she has done but in the face of having an impossible to win argument I think it is better just to try to forget everything. She is my wife. We are going to stay together (I really did consider coming back to England), and the truth is I love her very, very much. I know under her hurt at the moment, she loves me just as much. I think to try to win the argument at the moment would be like choosing not to open my parachute because I'm enjoying the free-fall so much. I'd much rather pull the rip cord and meet my beautiful wife safely to spend the rest of our lives together.

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