About 3 weeks ago. My husband had surgery, and was grumpy as heck afterwards. He was being nasty and uncooperative with the medical staff too, and I was overly apologetic to them for how he was acting. Not that he was being outright rude, but he certainly wasn't being a nice patient. He was being difficult! Anyway, that carried on once we got home too. I babied and pampered him like crazy. I bit my lip and refrained from saying anything when I felt he was milking it a bit and being so demanding, just kept on taking care of him. But he was such a grumpy butt! He's never like that with me normally, so I knew it was from his feeling helpless after the surgery, being limited to what he could and couldn't do, and of course, being in pain. But yeah, it hurt my feelings and he knew it too. He did apologize to me afterwards. I was happy that he acknowledged the fact that he was being a d***. I also reminded him when I had been down for quite a while after the twins were born that as frustrated as I was with being ill, I was never once nasty to him or demanding. And that was my final remark about the subject. I could tell it hit home too, I have mastered the subtle art of the guilt trip.
women tend to be naturally gifted in the guilt trip area to begin with, so with a little focusing and practice, I'm sure it can be quite the effective tool.
It's so funny how we know exactly what to say to our men to make them feel guilty.... I can play that game with John so well.... but try not to because he becomes a bumbling idiot afterward. I am learning to be more subtle because then I don't have to deal with all the apologies and then get just actions!
I need to learn this art. I try to be subtle, but when Andy later immitates me, I have to laugh at how nont subtle it is.
i really cant remember.. im sure it was sometime before my eighteenth birthday.. i aint one to get all hurt over things people do or say.. pissed off,yeah but even thats been a few years since ive really been pissed off.
It's been awhile. Daniel and I had a bit of a period where communication had all but ceased and there was no sex, rarely any affection, and we barely even spoke. It was terrible and we fought like cats and dogs. And then after the last blow out when I told him I was going to leave if things didn't change, it was like everything took one hell of a 180. Then I got sick and he took care of me and things have just been so good. They haven't been this pleasant since we first started dating and it's so refreshing and beautiful. I'm happy, lol.