My husband cannot finish a project. The mountains he has to climb to achieve a tolerable outcome prevents him from beginning a project. He does not like work, but is a Nazi project manager. The garbage can was close to being full, when he announced that it was overfilled, then tossed his trash on the top of the heap. I spent three days cleaning up his space in the basement. He had refused to file FSA forms, tax data..... After the files were assembled, the mountains of hoarding organized and the years of dust cleaned, He complained that he couldn't find anything. I had carefully shared where and how each item was organized and stored. I found three Apple TV remote controls (which he accused my daughter and I of stealing.) I found a dozen pairs of glasses (which he again thought we had taken)
Every time I used the Wuestof knives, he would stand right behind me waiting to attack. I used the wrong knife on the wrong cutting board, at the wrong angle. He had a meltdown. I apologized, but he couldn't stop the ranting. He tanks once he gets started. I finally threatened to go buy a set of Target knives to use anyway I wanted, if he didn't leave me alone. He tried to stop, but couldn't. I started handing the dinner to him if he entered the kitchen.
My daughter and I loved scripture study in the morning. We would read part of our scripture study lesson, then follow the footnotes for other related scriptures. For us it was an adventure into spiritual learning. For him, it was undisciplined and disgraceful. The last time we tried this together, he left the room screaming profane statements, and declaring that we did not respect his authority. This happened at every meal with prayer. We stopped having meals together at the table. My daughter and I eat together. He takes his meal to his room. He eventually developed very serious digestive issues. Our family nights were so rigidly controlled and abusive, we stopped them very early.
I am a teacher, mother of four children and writer. My husband criticizes me for helping the children with homework, driving them to sports, cooking foods they prefer, and taking care of them when they are sick. He criticized my parenting throughout every day. He adopted our daughter when she three. I finally started asking him to site his source, then dismissing his "expert opinions." He had no children before we met, and his mother was cold, pseudo-intelligent and OCPD. She took her two children into the wilderness to protect them from society. My husband and his sister are bipolar with OCPD . They develop alternative realities to deal with the discomfort and disappointments of life. The entitlement in unbelievable. My husband suffers from cranial narc. He knows everything about everything, and lives to find an equal.
One time, I made soup for a neighbor who was ill. He complained about me doing this, but put his Al-Clad apron on to take the soup to the neighbor when I asked him to. He was proud of his gift. He will not give away, or share food, even if he hates what I cook. Because of digestive problems, I have to cook without any spices, onions... The list of likes and dislikes changed frequently. He usually prefers to eat Layes potato chips.
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