Since that
unrecorded time when human beings began having relationships,
and long before highway crews leaned on shovels beyond the Men
At Work signs, there have been people throwing up roadblocks
to prevent happiness from ruining their misery.
These whiners
and piners, these blamers and disclaimers, may have earned the
distinction of being ranked among the most adept of all manipulators
and controllers.
They are
the ones who remain in relationships where abuse ranges from
yelling and slammed doors (intimidation, fear), pushing and
shoving (control, fear), verbal harangues and name-calling (sending
self-esteem down the toilet) to punches, kicks, visits to E.R.
and calls to 911 (lacerations, bruises, broken bones, lots of
fear).
How about
the folks who are enduring less blatant abuse that springs from
the imagination of their significant other--silent treatment,
sleeping through meals, socializing with friends outside the
home, ready to help anyone else move, tear up a floor, paint
a house, and usually too tired to rinse the familys dishes?
Theres
the so-called mate who wields the power of a dictator: only
certain foods are to be served, specific types of clothing worn,
and by the way, heres a list of topics that are not to
be mentioned...fortunately, talking about the weather is still
safe--maybe.
Theres
the guessing game surrounding an invitation to attend a social
event--will they go? The torment begins with the nonsocial half
of the relationship saying, I am not going to this thing!
Or it begins with, Im not sure. Check with me later.
(Never mind theres an RSVP and a requested date for a
yea or nay response.) Theres the conditional acceptance,
Ill go if you promise me youll not flirt.
The real kicker occurs the day of the event, maybe within minutes
of walking out the door (in appropriate attire, of course),
Ive decided not to go. You go ahead without me.
Ill be fine here all by myself. You go ahead. Make my
excuses. Say I have the flu, and the someone who re-enters
the house has an invisible smile of triumph while the other
stands with mouth open, not knowing what to do.