During a remodeling project last year our construction workers removed an old five and a half foot double-sinked vanity. I asked them to leave it on our front sidewalk as they were leaving for the night. I wanted to list the vanity for sale, but I needed to wait until daylight to take photos.
I mentioned to Steve that I needed to get the vanity moved into the garage or it would be ruined. My intent was to call our oldest son to ask him to stop by with his roommate to help. I would not have asked my hubby to move it.
The next thing I know Steve is stomping upstairs where he wakes youngest son up. He then drags our pajama clad Kidlet outside where they wrestle the vanity into the house through the front door just far enough to slam the door shut. Hubby then pushes the vanity over to block the door.
Later that morning eldest son, also known as Manlet, and his roommate did come over to move the vanity to the garage for me. Hubby stayed in bed the rest of that day. Kidlet went home with Manlet and roommate for the rest of the weekend.
One of the toughest parts of communication in our marriage is Steve’s inability to listen to my thoughts, concerns or ideas without assuming that I am wanting some sort of action on his part.
When Steve is feeling angry or frustrated, he needs to go for a walk, or go out to his shop to putter. He should not take it out on me or the kids.
"Be nice or leave." The choice is yours.