stealth2
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and for me to "deal" with my issues.
Much speculation on what she needs to work on, but I'm curious what OP's "issues" might be. Dean?
and for me to "deal" with my issues.
Conclusion:
She wants me out because I don't go to bed when I should, I am not healthy, I give her excuses, and I am jealous of her job.
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Good question stealth2. My wife believes that these are the issues I need to work on:
1) I need to take better care of myself since I have diabetes.
I present to you these facts:
a. I have lost twenty-one pounds in the last 4 months.
b. My A1c (a more accurate test on a diabetics glucose levels over the past 3 months) numbers are as follows: My doctor's suggested levels - between 7.0 and 7.9. My level: 4.7 (Considered a level of a non-diabetic)
c. I walk every day that I can during my lunch hour.
d. Normal cholesteral levels.
e. No high blood pressure.
I am as healthy as I have ever been and I am not done yet!
2) I need to be more accountable for my actions.
It would take a long time to give examples of this "issue" that I have. One that does re-surface every week is my work. I work in admissions at a local college. During our registration period, which was Oct. 26 - Jan.12, we were extremely busy. Especially starting around the 1st of Dec. We are always backed up with students waiting to see us. It is my policy that if it is 5:00 and there are still students sitting out in the waiting area that have been there for an hour and a half waiting to see me, I am going to help them. I am not going to tell someone that just wasted 90 minutes of their time that they are out of luck and will need to come back another time and wait another 90 minutes to see me again. We are there to serve the students and this is what I feel is fair. My wife doesn't understand this philosophy and therefore, when I am late getting home, I am not being accountable because I am giving her the excuse that I was working with a student. Serving students is not an excuse. It is my job. But she doesn't respect that.
3) I am jealous of her job.
This is the ridiculous one. I am so proud of what she does as an elementary school music teacher. I believe that she is one of the best in the state. What she does for her students (which is the whole school of over a thousand students), is remarkable. Most importantly, she loves what she does. I brag about her all the time! Every 2 years she produces a school CD. When she completed her 5th CD, I asked a professional company to mount these CD's in a huge frame like professional singers do with gold or platinum albums. After the concert to introduce the 5th CD, I and a good friend of ours presented it to her on stage, her old principal spoke, her mom and dad gave her roses, and many of her friends that were invited stayed to hug her and tell her congrats. The local newspaper was even there! She was just beside herself with happiness and joy. I was to because I loved her and was proud of her and I thought she deserved it.
How could I be jealous of her job with this much effort put in to show her how much I love her and think that she is the best at what she does?
4. I don't keep up with my sleep log.
I have sleep apnea. About three years ago I fell into some bad sleeping habits. I would stay up late watching tv and would fall asleep and my snoring would wake her up in the bedroom. I didn't know that this bothered her so much, until she finally let me in on her extreme frustration about one and a half years later. (This is my problem with her. She has no communication skills, whatsoever. That will have to be another post!) We went to a therapist and it was suggested that I keep a sleep log so that she can see the proof that I am going to sleep at a good time and getting enough sleep. I was not happy with this because I new it would become a very powerful control tool for her. But I agreed because I wanted to show her that I could do this. With my wife evrything has to be perfect. One slip-up one night and one choice I made to stay up late another night, ruined about two and a half perfect months. I had failed. The one slip-up was when I realized that the dog hadn't been fed so I had to stay up about 30 more minutes while he ate and then did his business before bringing him in for the night. Well, during that 30 minutes, I fell asleep on the couch watching tv. Yes, I admit that I made a mistake but being the first mistake in almost 3 months I thought she might understand. But I was wrong. The night I chose to stay up late was when we had elected our first African-American President. This was a huge moment in history so I stayed up to listen to election speeches, commentary, and so forth. I am a grown man. If I want to see history being made, I feel that I should be able to make this decision on my own. Well, apparently not.