my husband owns three vehicles. a van, a convertible, and a car for my daughter. i drive the van, he drives the convertible. it’s a piece of crap. the top is starting to fall apart, the trunk fills with water when it rains, the inner door panels have both fallen off at least once. the newest issue is with the radiator. apparently it’s leaking antifreeze, and has been “running hot”.
husband left for a weekend with his father super early saturday morning. he rented a car, due to the overheating, and since i had the kids, he knew i would need the van. i ASSumed he just didn’t want to drive his car so far away (2 hours). well, i go to pick him up from the car rental drop off, and mention that our other daughter borrowed his car to attend a school function. he says “i told you you weren’t supposed to drive the car, because if it overheats, it will ruin the engine. son of a bitch! you will have to go pick her up. i was going to try to fix it today.”
i replied, “when did you tell me not to drive the car? if i had known that, i would have dropped her off myself.”
him: “when i told you the car was overheating, that means don’t drive it.”
hmmm…to me, overheating means overheating, not “do not drive the car”. i am not a mechanic, and didn’t know the engine would be ruined by driving a car that overheats.
me: “i don’t remember you telling me that. i’m sorry.”
him: “i told you that friday night, while you were on the computer.”
so, telling me something while i am on the computer is not such a good idea, but i guess it’s still my fault.
me: “well, i don’t remember that, but if you said that, i would have remembered something that important. and, to me, overheating is not the same as running hot, and i guess i need you to be more specific about what you want when you need me to do or not do something.”
him: “whatever. we’ll figure it out later.”
after we get home, i feed the kids, while he disappears to the basement to eat the food he made on his own, and to watch football. silly me. i thought he was concerned about the car. i text my daughter and tell her not to drive home, and that i would pick her up. she says, then come now, i am done.
i go downstairs and tell husband i am leaving to get her, and he says, “i already texted her to drive home herself.” huh??
me: “so, she can drive it?”
him: “i don’t care.”
me: “ok, again, i need more specifics. is she ok to drive the car, or not?”
him: “i said, i don’t care!”
later, he came upstairs after making a trip to the store to see what he could use in the radiator to fix it, and hugs me and says “i love you.”
i pull back and say, “i didn’t know about the car, i’m sorry i let her drive it, but i didn’t like that you got mad at me for something that was an accident.”
him: “well, you knew not to drive the car, and that i rented the car so that i didn’t have to take the van.”
me: “whatever. i don’t remember it that way, but i’m tired of talking about it.”
to sum up, he:
tells me he told me not to do something, when he didn’t
gets mad when i do the thing he didn’t tell me not to do
blames me for the way he got mad at me, then still doesn’t apologize
tells me he is going to “spend the day fixing it” then spends about five minutes on it, and gives up to watch football
thinks that “i love you” is the same as “i’m sorry”
and again, he spent the entire weekend either gone, or in the basement watching tv. we literally talked more in the care arguing than we did the entire rest of the weekend.
and, now i am paranoid about antifreeze. i like my iced tea with sweetener. i feel like i should start testing it before adding the sweetener to make sure he hasn’t sweetened it for me with antifreeze, first. may seem paranoid, but who knows what goes on in the mind of an emotional abuser?