I know this sounds ridiculous. But a month back, I had a meltdown because my NT spouse kept checking up on me, and using tactics to keep me in her presence despite my need for space and privacy. I kept getting innocuous questions that lead nowhere other than to determine what I had been doing when I left the apartment, when I left, what I did (I was taking a walk) and how long it took (barely an hour and a half). I have communicated my need for decompression time and I only get that on my walks at night, when the rest of the world is asleep (including she).
I keep finding the whole need for me to be present throughout when she is at home (she works bankers hours), me juggling new work (which saps most of my energy in the day) and usurping personal downtime really stressful. It affects my work (because she'll be texting with investigative vigour throughout the day) during the odd hours that actually need to work. We had agreed that I needed to earn more bread, and departed from running my own consultancy (which was barely making ends meet, but gave me peace of mind) and six months ago I applied for a job I wanted (and got it at the first try). I now earn double what she does, and even that seems to be a source of resentment. The cumulative effect is that I have deliberately chosen to participate in the upkeep of the household's finances, in the hopes that she would leave me alone (beyond the time that I set aside for her, our kid and family). I never restrict or question her movements but she has an obsessive need to know where I am after work (all the time either stuck in a late night meeting or commuting).
I wouldn't have minded these idiosyncrasies if not for the fact that she has a social life. Surrounded by peers, friends and with a spotlight of her own on social media. The last time I felt like I had a friend was years ago. Don't believe I have any now. She gets to pour her heart out on Facebook, and interact with people for comfort; which I never restrict. She gets to visit her parents (I don't like family interaction that much) and I never say no. While she badgers me about her need for a break, a holiday (she is on sabbatical since I took up the decision to continue earning bread), and by definition of holiday, new experiences (which cost money), places, people, I was more than ecstatic when she got invited by her parents and family to spend some time with them on holiday. I finally get my time alone.
The sooner that I communicate this thought, and my intent to take personal time from work while she and the kid are away with her family, I get interrogated about the number of vacation days I have, what I intend to do with them (she expects that I spend each and every single one with her) and why I was more than happy to let her go off on holiday without me (and vice versa)
These experiences often spiral south every time. From the last bout (where she demands something I cannot give, or feel uncomfortable doing which usually involves experiences which are out of character for me), I decided that prolonging the Cold War in the aftermath was much more cost effective (in terms of the amount of emotional duress I am put under).
Don't get me wrong, while I love my spouse, I have tried time and time again to let her know that while I can deal with the holiday as a family together a couple of times a year, and do the good husband bringing home bacon bit; it all requires an excessive amount of toil on my part. All I need at the end of each cycle is downtime. Not for trysts, or anything she might think I am involved with. But to literally hear my own voice in my head and be able to come to terms with the things I have done thus far.
However each time I get the feeling I have a little liberty to exercise that personal luxury, it would end up with one argument, or another.
I am trying very hard not to have another meltdown at the office (when most of these issues bug me) or while commuting home from work each day. So I go through the paces with the melancholic prejudice of what I can only identify as depression.
I keep finding the whole need for me to be present throughout when she is at home (she works bankers hours), me juggling new work (which saps most of my energy in the day) and usurping personal downtime really stressful. It affects my work (because she'll be texting with investigative vigour throughout the day) during the odd hours that actually need to work. We had agreed that I needed to earn more bread, and departed from running my own consultancy (which was barely making ends meet, but gave me peace of mind) and six months ago I applied for a job I wanted (and got it at the first try). I now earn double what she does, and even that seems to be a source of resentment. The cumulative effect is that I have deliberately chosen to participate in the upkeep of the household's finances, in the hopes that she would leave me alone (beyond the time that I set aside for her, our kid and family). I never restrict or question her movements but she has an obsessive need to know where I am after work (all the time either stuck in a late night meeting or commuting).
I wouldn't have minded these idiosyncrasies if not for the fact that she has a social life. Surrounded by peers, friends and with a spotlight of her own on social media. The last time I felt like I had a friend was years ago. Don't believe I have any now. She gets to pour her heart out on Facebook, and interact with people for comfort; which I never restrict. She gets to visit her parents (I don't like family interaction that much) and I never say no. While she badgers me about her need for a break, a holiday (she is on sabbatical since I took up the decision to continue earning bread), and by definition of holiday, new experiences (which cost money), places, people, I was more than ecstatic when she got invited by her parents and family to spend some time with them on holiday. I finally get my time alone.
The sooner that I communicate this thought, and my intent to take personal time from work while she and the kid are away with her family, I get interrogated about the number of vacation days I have, what I intend to do with them (she expects that I spend each and every single one with her) and why I was more than happy to let her go off on holiday without me (and vice versa)
These experiences often spiral south every time. From the last bout (where she demands something I cannot give, or feel uncomfortable doing which usually involves experiences which are out of character for me), I decided that prolonging the Cold War in the aftermath was much more cost effective (in terms of the amount of emotional duress I am put under).
Don't get me wrong, while I love my spouse, I have tried time and time again to let her know that while I can deal with the holiday as a family together a couple of times a year, and do the good husband bringing home bacon bit; it all requires an excessive amount of toil on my part. All I need at the end of each cycle is downtime. Not for trysts, or anything she might think I am involved with. But to literally hear my own voice in my head and be able to come to terms with the things I have done thus far.
However each time I get the feeling I have a little liberty to exercise that personal luxury, it would end up with one argument, or another.
I am trying very hard not to have another meltdown at the office (when most of these issues bug me) or while commuting home from work each day. So I go through the paces with the melancholic prejudice of what I can only identify as depression.