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"You have a lot of anger toward the passive aggressive man you are involved with. You just can’t figure out exactly what you are angry about. He is sweet, kind and loving. He never argues, does exactly what you wish. There must be something wrong with you or such a good man would want to have sex with you, remember your birthday, put effort into solving the problems in the relationship or just show up on time every once in a while."
I read this 2 days ago...
I was in a 9 year relationship, we started very young, since the beginning there were a lot of issues, he was a very pampered boy by his whole family... He would be weird to the point that I couldn't eat more than him or eat the leftovers without sharing. I was the one cooking and cleaning the house or putting up a fight about that and he wouldn't do much, complaining it was all him, he also had some tendencies to hording, keeping all kind of paperwork in piles that I couldn't touch or having tons of deodorant spray cans all of them only with a bit at the bottom. He would not talk to me for days, pouting if he was annoyed with something or we had a discussion, he would always say I was right in the end. There were some severe blows in his familiar life and I noticed he had a pattern to cut off people from his life, friends, family, and to attract people that made him "harm". After his parents death I was his family and my family was his family and he refused to deal with what happened... I was understanding, what else could I do? Things kept getting worse, any time there was a problem he would answer, this is just a phase, it will pass, and avoid more discussion. Sex life was never amazing but it got worse, he made me feel guilty for wanting more, I could never start something, he would deny it, even if I would make him orgasm, he would turn the back on me and say he didn't wanted it and he wouldn't touch me. He disliked valentine, romantic nights, sex nights, we wouldn't even do back rubs on me if I was in pain because he disliked it, it was boring! He wouldn't celebrate anything, I was not entitled to a proper gift, once he bought a supersonic toothbrush for him that had another one free and I got it as a Christmas gift! Another time I got a gift certificate (how thoughtful) that when I went to spend he already had spend a part to buy his sister a book! At some point if I didn't ask for something I would get nothing, it got to a point when I got a "supersonic" toothbrush head!!! But my family would always get the best, such a gentleman he was. Then he started putting pressure on me to support him, because he wanted to stay home with our future children, I was working with photography, being paid poorly for a job that was a great opportunity for my career, I wouldn't mind because it was about building a CV, but he couldn't stop complaining it was worthless, but he was very proud went I got a prize, even saying I was mean when I said he was never supportive and asked why was he so happy, go figure! In the meanwhile there wasn't a job good enough for him, if there was work he was a slave, if had to sit, it was boring because he was alone and he could only watch youtube. At home, we where usually apart, him watching youtube, me some movie or reading something. At some point I could only stand him with friends around so most of the nights we would go out for dinner or coffee. The sex life became non existing, I was trying to reach a limit situation so we could break up, I was feeling so dirty for wanting to get out, he was so weak, so lonely in the world, I had to protect him... Our affection was like old friends, a kiss on the forehead or very quickly on the lips, and I was feeling worse and worse with myself, I got fat, feeling ugly, undesirable, I had to go abroad for work for 1,5 months, he went with me the first week and for the whole week we only had 3 quick kisses on the lips, nothing else, but he seemed to care a lot for me... I decided it was enough and a few days after his return we discussed on the phone, he would only cry and cry, saying how much he missed me, and I attacked him saying I felt like a pet, pointing out many of the situations where I felt disrespected, that I knew I wasn't having sex but that he was watching porn anyway and so on... Then suddenly he got job abroad, I had to return to take care of the apartment and the dog, the 2 weeks we were together were terrible, he was trying to manipulated me in every way, terrible fights, all the sex I could have (more in 2 weeks than in the full last year!) and any pretext would be good for him to point the finger and say I was a lousy boyfriend, that I wouldn't do errands with him, that if something happened to him I wouldn't care and so on... He went off, and I couldn't care less... He cried many times on the phone, that the job was this and that, that he couldn't take it, and I started falling towards the pity side again... Poor him, so lonely, so unprotected, only I could save him! Then when using his computer at our flat I found out that he had dating profiles from the night when we discussed on the phone on, I made one myself and started talking to him until I revealed who I was and broke up. He collapsed, I had so much hate for him but still couldn't stop thinking, he has no one else in the world... He needs help... I tried to making him go see some professional help, he refused because for him that would be just for weak people, but he would do couple therapy if I wanted... I refused, at that time I stopped thinking about moving with him again, I was trying to help him so I could get out and be sure he would be ok. Time passed by and half year later we met for a weekend, I had lost weight, was working hard to recover my sanity, I could see the shine in his eyes... and I realized I didn't felt anything for him, I was numb, totally numb... I could only feel sorry for him... The first night was very passionate, I started wondering about that maybe he had changed, and the next 3 days he was back to be the same he was, caring more about playing on my tablet, and I became distant again. We went apart and I told him what was wrong and that if he wanted me back it had to change, he cried again... At some point someone else came up in my life and I felt I had to make a decision, I told my now ex, let's meet and decide this for good... I said I would give him a last chance and so it was, he even started talking about marriage, he refused to marry but since I wanted it he now was considering it. A month after we met, it was very weird for both of us and when he returned, a few days later, he said he was in love with someone else and we should break up, always saying that it wasn't about being in love but because he didn't felt anything for me when we were together. I was very sad, I cared a lot about him but I also didn't feel anything. Soon enough I realized he started dating the guy the day after we broke and moved together soon... I was pissed, very pissed, he victimized himself all along, while always looking for a substitute situation, and as soon as he got it, he dumped me! Still I kept on feeling guilt, a lot of guilt, I couldn't stop thinking if he was ok, if his needs where being taking care of, if he was really needing professional help, all that kept consuming me and consuming me while at the same time I was feeling bitter for his lack of respect for me. We eventually reestablished contact, and he was acting very superior and good willing, spreading peace and happiness to the world, so ridiculously happy with life and responsible, until some old business between us come up (i.e. the flat, his dog that I spend 1,5 years taking care of) and he starts victimizing himself again, how the time frames are too short, or if he really needs to be the one taking care of that, how he misses my family but he will not see them again because he has to come alone, and so on... The pity came up again, oh poor guy, I abandoned him alone, a child lost in the world, he just did that because he was so lonely, I kind of feel happy he found someone, I'm the mean person, etc, etc.... Until I read that above... I know I am a fighter, and I fought many of his actions while together, and for that I always felt guilt, because I couldn't be better or more dedicated... Even more in the end. I read a lot about it and suddenly I felt free from all the guilt, I'm not the deranged mean one, I carried a relationship on my back, I was the only one fighting for it, he could just victimize himself!!!!
I talked to a few friends about this, they made fun of me, they say relationship are always like this, that I'm making a storm in a glass of water, but I really think he has some kind of disorder, most probably a passive-aggressive one. My friends put up with me all this time, they were great, but they don't understand the guilt I felt, they think I just don't want to move on or deal with the failure but I felt, until I read about Passive-Aggressive people, that I wasn't understood, that I was an horrible person, that I was guilty, that I would never deserve the love of someone, that I should still help my ex in any way... And when I read something that described my relationship by the writing of people I never met, a weight lifted from my chest... It's not a matter of blaming him, I am the one to blame, I just felt misunderstood, unable to explain what was going on, what I felt.
I would like to ask you guys if I'm overreacting, that this is what is supposed to happen in a relationship, no matter what I think, I would like to know if this can be a valid hypothesis or if I'm just crazy...
And to finish, something about passive-aggressive relationship that I think it can sum it up:
"Want a relationship with a passive aggressive man to last? Become a mind reader and keep your expectations low."
I read this 2 days ago...
I was in a 9 year relationship, we started very young, since the beginning there were a lot of issues, he was a very pampered boy by his whole family... He would be weird to the point that I couldn't eat more than him or eat the leftovers without sharing. I was the one cooking and cleaning the house or putting up a fight about that and he wouldn't do much, complaining it was all him, he also had some tendencies to hording, keeping all kind of paperwork in piles that I couldn't touch or having tons of deodorant spray cans all of them only with a bit at the bottom. He would not talk to me for days, pouting if he was annoyed with something or we had a discussion, he would always say I was right in the end. There were some severe blows in his familiar life and I noticed he had a pattern to cut off people from his life, friends, family, and to attract people that made him "harm". After his parents death I was his family and my family was his family and he refused to deal with what happened... I was understanding, what else could I do? Things kept getting worse, any time there was a problem he would answer, this is just a phase, it will pass, and avoid more discussion. Sex life was never amazing but it got worse, he made me feel guilty for wanting more, I could never start something, he would deny it, even if I would make him orgasm, he would turn the back on me and say he didn't wanted it and he wouldn't touch me. He disliked valentine, romantic nights, sex nights, we wouldn't even do back rubs on me if I was in pain because he disliked it, it was boring! He wouldn't celebrate anything, I was not entitled to a proper gift, once he bought a supersonic toothbrush for him that had another one free and I got it as a Christmas gift! Another time I got a gift certificate (how thoughtful) that when I went to spend he already had spend a part to buy his sister a book! At some point if I didn't ask for something I would get nothing, it got to a point when I got a "supersonic" toothbrush head!!! But my family would always get the best, such a gentleman he was. Then he started putting pressure on me to support him, because he wanted to stay home with our future children, I was working with photography, being paid poorly for a job that was a great opportunity for my career, I wouldn't mind because it was about building a CV, but he couldn't stop complaining it was worthless, but he was very proud went I got a prize, even saying I was mean when I said he was never supportive and asked why was he so happy, go figure! In the meanwhile there wasn't a job good enough for him, if there was work he was a slave, if had to sit, it was boring because he was alone and he could only watch youtube. At home, we where usually apart, him watching youtube, me some movie or reading something. At some point I could only stand him with friends around so most of the nights we would go out for dinner or coffee. The sex life became non existing, I was trying to reach a limit situation so we could break up, I was feeling so dirty for wanting to get out, he was so weak, so lonely in the world, I had to protect him... Our affection was like old friends, a kiss on the forehead or very quickly on the lips, and I was feeling worse and worse with myself, I got fat, feeling ugly, undesirable, I had to go abroad for work for 1,5 months, he went with me the first week and for the whole week we only had 3 quick kisses on the lips, nothing else, but he seemed to care a lot for me... I decided it was enough and a few days after his return we discussed on the phone, he would only cry and cry, saying how much he missed me, and I attacked him saying I felt like a pet, pointing out many of the situations where I felt disrespected, that I knew I wasn't having sex but that he was watching porn anyway and so on... Then suddenly he got job abroad, I had to return to take care of the apartment and the dog, the 2 weeks we were together were terrible, he was trying to manipulated me in every way, terrible fights, all the sex I could have (more in 2 weeks than in the full last year!) and any pretext would be good for him to point the finger and say I was a lousy boyfriend, that I wouldn't do errands with him, that if something happened to him I wouldn't care and so on... He went off, and I couldn't care less... He cried many times on the phone, that the job was this and that, that he couldn't take it, and I started falling towards the pity side again... Poor him, so lonely, so unprotected, only I could save him! Then when using his computer at our flat I found out that he had dating profiles from the night when we discussed on the phone on, I made one myself and started talking to him until I revealed who I was and broke up. He collapsed, I had so much hate for him but still couldn't stop thinking, he has no one else in the world... He needs help... I tried to making him go see some professional help, he refused because for him that would be just for weak people, but he would do couple therapy if I wanted... I refused, at that time I stopped thinking about moving with him again, I was trying to help him so I could get out and be sure he would be ok. Time passed by and half year later we met for a weekend, I had lost weight, was working hard to recover my sanity, I could see the shine in his eyes... and I realized I didn't felt anything for him, I was numb, totally numb... I could only feel sorry for him... The first night was very passionate, I started wondering about that maybe he had changed, and the next 3 days he was back to be the same he was, caring more about playing on my tablet, and I became distant again. We went apart and I told him what was wrong and that if he wanted me back it had to change, he cried again... At some point someone else came up in my life and I felt I had to make a decision, I told my now ex, let's meet and decide this for good... I said I would give him a last chance and so it was, he even started talking about marriage, he refused to marry but since I wanted it he now was considering it. A month after we met, it was very weird for both of us and when he returned, a few days later, he said he was in love with someone else and we should break up, always saying that it wasn't about being in love but because he didn't felt anything for me when we were together. I was very sad, I cared a lot about him but I also didn't feel anything. Soon enough I realized he started dating the guy the day after we broke and moved together soon... I was pissed, very pissed, he victimized himself all along, while always looking for a substitute situation, and as soon as he got it, he dumped me! Still I kept on feeling guilt, a lot of guilt, I couldn't stop thinking if he was ok, if his needs where being taking care of, if he was really needing professional help, all that kept consuming me and consuming me while at the same time I was feeling bitter for his lack of respect for me. We eventually reestablished contact, and he was acting very superior and good willing, spreading peace and happiness to the world, so ridiculously happy with life and responsible, until some old business between us come up (i.e. the flat, his dog that I spend 1,5 years taking care of) and he starts victimizing himself again, how the time frames are too short, or if he really needs to be the one taking care of that, how he misses my family but he will not see them again because he has to come alone, and so on... The pity came up again, oh poor guy, I abandoned him alone, a child lost in the world, he just did that because he was so lonely, I kind of feel happy he found someone, I'm the mean person, etc, etc.... Until I read that above... I know I am a fighter, and I fought many of his actions while together, and for that I always felt guilt, because I couldn't be better or more dedicated... Even more in the end. I read a lot about it and suddenly I felt free from all the guilt, I'm not the deranged mean one, I carried a relationship on my back, I was the only one fighting for it, he could just victimize himself!!!!
I talked to a few friends about this, they made fun of me, they say relationship are always like this, that I'm making a storm in a glass of water, but I really think he has some kind of disorder, most probably a passive-aggressive one. My friends put up with me all this time, they were great, but they don't understand the guilt I felt, they think I just don't want to move on or deal with the failure but I felt, until I read about Passive-Aggressive people, that I wasn't understood, that I was an horrible person, that I was guilty, that I would never deserve the love of someone, that I should still help my ex in any way... And when I read something that described my relationship by the writing of people I never met, a weight lifted from my chest... It's not a matter of blaming him, I am the one to blame, I just felt misunderstood, unable to explain what was going on, what I felt.
I would like to ask you guys if I'm overreacting, that this is what is supposed to happen in a relationship, no matter what I think, I would like to know if this can be a valid hypothesis or if I'm just crazy...
And to finish, something about passive-aggressive relationship that I think it can sum it up:
"Want a relationship with a passive aggressive man to last? Become a mind reader and keep your expectations low."

















