Week Forty One - A Day in The Life -  High Wind Watch

Well, the honeymoon is over! Not that I expected it to last forever, but I hoped Paul and I would have a longer period of time to rekindle our love for one another and get used to being back together. Instead, we had a rude awakening, and I am still reeling from it.

This is what happened. Last Saturday we were invited to our friend Peter and Rebecca’s place to celebrate their new house. Peter has been a friend of ours since Paul and I have been together. Rebecca, his partner, has been a friend of mine since High School. When the two of them started dating each other, Paul and I became friends with Peter as well. Throughout my time with Paul, the four of us got together often, and always had a good time. Rebecca was in my wedding. Peter and Paul spent time going to the football games together on several occasions. Well, so we go to their party. On our way there, I mention to Paul to please refrain from drinking excessively. He gets loud when he drinks; he embarrasses me, and then he and I have disagreements and argue. So I thought it would be safer to stay away from all that, particularly now.

I didn’t think I was being too demanding or controlling. I asked him in a very nice and calm way, holding his hand while I was talking. He went totally ballistic, all of a sudden, out of the blue and totally unexpectedly. He told me I am trying to control him; that this was the main reason why he had left a few weeks back and moved out; that he wasn’t going to put up with my “power games” any longer; that he wasn’t a child and didn’t need to be told what he could and couldn’t do, and on and on. I was flabbergasted. I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t trying to control him, I just wanted to warn him. I guess I needed to be reassured that what happened in the past would not happen again.

I am convinced Paul took what I said totally wrong. As he was yelling I kept quiet. I didn’t know what to say, or what to do. We were in the car together, so I couldn’t get away. I just stayed there, totally quiet and shocked by what I saw as an overreaction on Paul’s part.

We went to the party anyway. We were icy toward each other throughout the evening. I am sure people noticed. And Paul got smashed! He was so drunk that I had to put him to bed!