If you heard bells ringing this weekend,
it’s because David finally figured out hmmm, my wife doesn’t seem to be talking to me and asked me what was up.
(Either that, or he finally got around to catch up on reading my blog and found out ALL KINDS of information when he stopped by here. I honestly don’t know which it is.)
(He did ask me one night about a week ago- at effing MIDNIGHT-if I was mad about something. Since it was so late, I simply sighed and rolled over and went back to sleep. He didn’t mention it again until yesterday.)
Of course, he brought it up a mere 25 minutes before we were meeting our friends to go to an apple orchard. Because, you know, that’s enough time to have this kind of discussion.
Well, at least my husband. Sorry, didn’t mean to over-generalize there.
Anyway, you would think that it would be better now that we’ve talked about it, but in actuality, it’s not. It’s too bad, really, that life’s problems don’t resolve themselves tidily with a neat little bow. But alas, they do not.
Basically it boils down to this: Despite my talking and talking and TALKING (not to mention begging, persuading, deal-making etc), David never realized how much I wanted a baby. Wha? Ta? Fa? I’ve been telling him for YEARS how I felt.
He also said that if it came down to another child OR our marriage, he would agree to another child.
Yeah, that’s exactly the way I want to make the decision to have another baby. With my husband basically saying I’m giving him an ultimatum. WHICH I’M NOT. I do worry about how all of this will affect us long-term, but I can honestly say that I don’t want to conceive another baby under the premise that my husband feels THREATENED.
This whole thing has made me realize that I have no idea what I had hoped to achieve when I decided to stop speaking to him almost a month ago. I mean, I know I was angry and aching for something that I couldn’t have. And I know that I felt that it was unfair that HE held all the decision-making cards. And I know that the only thing I felt like I could control was me- so I stopped talking to him, outside of the essentials (like “Can you help Joan find her shoes?”).
What I do want is to have a baby under the same circumstances that we decided to have our other children- with both of us ready and excited to add to our family. If I can’t have that, then I’d like to have him have a change of heart about it. Not because he feels threatened or “talked into” it, but because the idea of another child has grown on him.
I’d even settle for him not really wanting another child, but seeing how important it is for me and deciding that he could suck it up. He KNOWS he would love the child once that child was a reality. He’s SAID SO, on numerous occasions.
(As a reminder, his reasons for not wanting another are 1) we can’t afford it and 2) it wouldn’t “do” anything for him. And when he says this, it’s like saying that frozen pizza won’t “do” anything for me when I’m craving Punch Pizza. He says it casually, nonchalantly. He doesn’t passionately NOT want another child. It’s more like “Hmmm. Nah. Not interested.” And here I am, walking around with my body feeling empty and my arms ACHING to hold a baby every day.)
(And don’t even get me STARTED on the “can’t afford it” slant. I mean, really? We’re going to base our family size on the cost of fucking piano lessons and sports fees?)
I wish he’d just go get a vasectomy, so I don’t have to wonder and hope all the time. Sure, it’d be for all the wrong reasons, and I’d probably regret it, but I’m sick of being disappointed every month that goes by that I can’t even TRY to conceive a baby. If he’s not going to change his mind, then at least let’s just get this OVER so I can move on.
This sucks, ya’ll. And I’m a little fragile, so be gentle. Trust me, I KNOW how much is sucks to be married to me. Or at least, I have a pretty good idea.