One of the things that you have to understand about alcoholics is that our world is the only world that matters. There have been many times alcoholics have been confronted by a doctor or judge or wife who have looked them in the eye and told them they are going to die, go to jail or lose their marriage if they take one more drink and the whole time that’s being explained to them they are thinking, “This is stressing me out. I need a drink”. I promise you that for an alcoholic it is far easier to walk out and go sit on a bar stool for hours at a time than it is to stand there and work it out because that requires intimacy and as we all know… intimacy is fucking gross.
So last week when I painted the ceiling in the bathroom Jen made a comment on how the fumes were bugging her. Then about a half hour later she made another comment and said she might have to leave. I still took no action. After all, my world isn’t being impacted by the fumes. Finally she said, “you can totally stay here but I think that I’m going to get out of the house for a little bit and get some food.” Now the alcoholic in me wants to not be bothered with her problems. If she leaves then I’ll get to play video games and relax and do what I want to do OR (you big idiot) you have a chance to take your beautiful new wife out on an impromptu date (girls love that shit btw) and spend some quality time with her in a new city she’s not familiar with. OHHHHH!
Guys – women tell you exactly what they want/need. All the time. She spelled it out for me in very specific terms. 1. The fumes are bugging me. 2. I need to get out. 3. I want to grab some food. I mean it was pretty clear cut. But because I live in my own alcoholic world my first reaction is; No fumes. No problem. In the past I would have closed the door and set up some fans and then spent an hour convincing the person I love the most in this world that it’s not that bad and we don’t have to go anywhere because going out and grabbing some food was not part of my plan today. I have no idea if any of my exes read this but I assure you they are all shaking their heads. It’s Ken Garr 101. I hear “solve the problem” and come up with a solution that suits my needs when the solution has already been provided. Jen, like most women, communicates very clearly what her needs are at all times. I truly could have stayed home and she would have been just fine going out on her own. And there have been times that I have stayed at home while she went out shopping. But I had spent all day painting and she had spent all day working and I could tell she just wanted to spend some time with her husband. And truth be told I love going out with her. I have fun with her no matter where we go.
I read this book years ago by Tom Rath and Donald O Clifton called “How Full is Your Bucket?” and the premise based on a 50 year study was this, the more you fill other people’s buckets the more yours becomes filled. I painted, I’m tired, I’m sweaty and I can’t shower because the ceiling is drying in the bathroom still but here I have an opportunity to spend time with my new wife who loves me, stinky and all, no matter what and fill her bucket. To a normal person or someone already in a healthy relationship this might sound ludicrous but I assure you it’s progress for me. I’m trying to be a better listener and to understand that the more I can fill her bucket and make her feel loved and the less I make myself the center of the universe, the happier and healthier we are going to be. And all it cost me was a falafel.