Dutch Courage

02 Jun
(41/365) Dutch Courage!

(41/365) Dutch Courage! (Photo credit: I dream of Nici)

Friday night we were meant to go on a date but it was postponed till last night (which I’ll update about later) but instead on Friday we went to a “divorce party” <— romantic I know! Is this a normal event in the states? Or was it just an excuse for his friend to get drunk and drown his sorrows? Either way I don’t like the idea but I guess I understand it.

Anyway, as I had been denied our date and was already dressed up for it it was agreed that I was the designated drinker for the night lol. I haven’t been drunk this year yet because until now I’ve been too scared of letting my guard down and blabbing to everyone about our situation or just losing it and bawling my eyes out in public…well…tonight I felt ready. I managed to handle myself well, I paced myself and felt relaxed with a house full of people I didn’t know -my husband did obviously. It was actually nicer than being surrounded by people I did know, I was able to go in there and just be me…another fresh start… no over-the-top crazy Beth, no madly-in-love, head-over-heels….so why are you suddenly quiet…Beth. Just me, as I am now. content. levelled out, still fun and present but no knowledge of how I used to be around my husband before I knew what I know now.

I felt that comfortable that -with the spare room on offer- I told hubby to start drinking and said we would stay the night. Both let loose…lets just have fun! so we did. It was awesome, good fun, good conversation, good people. Hubby got a little tipsy and the loved up mush started coming out…‘i love you so much…you know that right? i really fucking love you by the way’ etc etc It was sweet to hear it but I knew that it was mainly thanks to the alcohol and I just kept thinking ‘DO you though?’ I know he loves me -in his way- but telling me repeatedly…. I don’t know it was bittersweet I suppose BUT I guess I should just take it as it comes.

He took me aside, looked me in the eye and said (slurred) ‘you’re my favourite person by the way, my favourite thing ever including Xbox and stuff before you ask (lol) you’re just fuckin beautiful, you’re my baby  and i never want to lose you’ I asked if that meant he didn’t resent me anymore for ‘pressuring him to marry me’ which is something he said in marriage counselling the day all of this came out. At first he didn’t remember saying that and kind of laughed as if it was…well laughable that he could ever resent me etc but I was there with him…he said it…he said he felt pressured, like we were just talking one day and then BAM I was making wedding plans…and that’s NOT how it happened at all. Yes it was quick but it was down to him and I asked him so many times if he really wanted to go through with it. He thought about it and then said …wait for it…

‘I’m sorry; I did say that, I suppose I felt pressured in some ways but more by the situation than by you,  ultimately it was my choice, you told me from the word go that it was my choice and to take my time, weigh up everything and…I don’t know maybe it was heat of the moment but ultimately it was my choice to get married…. and i don’t regret it or resent you for it’
(pretty good for a drunk guy eh?)

The night was going well but of course the fucking migraine kicked in…noooooooo. Hubby got me some tablets and I backed off with the alcohol but it took over and seeing as hubby hadn’t stopped drinking it was time for us to go to bed. We lay there in the dark (no funny business lol) and it was then that I realised I really should get him drunk more often…because he would not stop talking about serious shit…but in a good way. He talked about how when he talks to his mum for example -whom is recovering from a hip replacement- when he says things like ‘oh that’s great news’ (that she’s making progress etc) that he feels like it sounds fake… but he MEANS it and he was confused about the difference. He said he means it when he tells me he loves me…but that doesn’t mean he actually feels it (what he thinks love is meant to feel like)…in other words the logic of love is there, he knows he loves me in his way but he doesn’t have the butterflies and tummy tickles that go with it…confusing right?

He talked about therapy and how a conversation with a friend earlier (about the friends issues) had made hubby realise connections in his own life and his own childhood i.e. the parent critical /transactional analysis stuff we’ve been thinking about (like in this post) He wants me to go to his next session with him; he said he’s trying to let me in little by little and until this point I hadn’t prompted any of this or kept him going…this was just him talking at me.


Kitten! (Photo credit: witigonen)

Before we had gone to this party we were watching the neighbours cat and he randomly told me about the time his mums cats had kittens…and it was grim. that was it. he said him telling me that earlier had been really difficult because that’s one of HIS memories and that’s him letting me in… does anyone understand that? I told him I appreciated that and explained that him telling me parts of his secrets, elaborating basically, only makes me worry more and pretty much think the worst whereas him telling it all would probably not be as bad as he thinks it will be. Like if I said I had done something terrible…but stopped there; he could think for the next hour or so that I had …cheated? killed a dog…? whereas the truth was that I had scratched the car or something. Him telling me parts has the same effect…but for weeks…months…the not knowing makes your mind wander and what’s bad to someone is probably not thought of as THAT bad to someone else etc I asked what it was that was stopping him from telling me and he said he didn’t know but that he wanted to…and that he would…just not yet.

He told me that he hadn’t been w*nking…that he had been really tempted at times but he’s stopped himself and thought of me (I joked that the thought of me would have that effect on most people lol) he laughed too and -after telling me I was silly and that’s not what he meant- said that he had thought about the consequences and distracted himself until the temptation passed. That he didn’t want to do anything to lose me, to push me away or hurt me anymore than he already had. he said he knew that doing that would mean losing me, that he couldn’t stand the thought of it and would rather kill his ‘cravings’ and get help than risk me for the sake of a quick fix. He told me that he would stop anything that risked losing me and that if I wanted him to do anything he would do it if it meant not losing me…

He said some other stuff too but hearing it without prompting was really nice. I ALMOST told him that I almost walked away recently but I thought better of it and kept it to myself. I figured he had just poured his heart out -very rare- and told me things he obviously wanted me to know, he wanted me to know how he felt, he wanted me to understand a little more…he’s trying. Io its not going to help anything by telling him what almost happened. Ie knows the score, he knows what he needs to do to make sure we don’t end…and he’s doing that. Ik so he needed a bit of Dutch courage to tell me but he got there in the end.



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27 responses to “Dutch Courage

  1. lala1966

    June 2, 2013 at 8:24 am

    they say that people are the most honest when they are drunk xx

  2. beetleypete

    June 2, 2013 at 10:26 am

    It is always interesting how a drink can loosen a tongue, isn’t it? ‘ In Vino Veritas’, as the Latins said. One thing that struck me, was the ‘compliment’, ‘I love you more than my X Box’. I must be missing something (probably too old) but when was it good to compare wives to electronic toys, then announce you liked your wife more? Now, that is strange, at least to me.
    As ever, Pete. X

    • Comfortably Numb

      June 2, 2013 at 11:48 am

      Lol it IS strange Pete… But then isn’t all
      Of this? 😉 maybe he was thinking about me telling him I’d got him a magazine subscription earlier that day I don’t know. To be fair the Xbox comment came after “more than this person and this one etc” so it wasn’t first on his list. I think it was just him making a joke xB

      • beetleypete

        June 2, 2013 at 12:00 pm

        If it was a joke B, then that’s OK. I just read it differently, silly old boy! X

  3. Charles Yallowitz

    June 2, 2013 at 12:46 pm

    The honest drunk. Been there many times. It sounds like you made some progress though.

    Yeah, I’ve heard of divorce parties and they make no sense to me. Some people run them like weddings, which is kind of creepy.

    • Comfortably Numb

      June 6, 2013 at 5:07 pm

      It is creepy, I remember seeing divorce cake toppers when searching for my wedding cake topper… Kind of outs a downer on the process lol but hey at least I know where to get appropriate toppers now 😉

  4. Cathy Ulrich

    June 2, 2013 at 1:21 pm

    It sounds like the “Divorce Party” was well worth attending for what it revealed to you. And I’ve never heard of a divorce party – not something that’s common in the states – at least where I live!

    • Comfortably Numb

      June 6, 2013 at 5:07 pm

      Thanks Cathy, yes from the initial negative thoughts surrounding such an event I’m rather glad I went 🙂 xB

  5. Katie Sullivan

    June 2, 2013 at 7:57 pm

    I myself have used the liberating effects of alcohol to take the edge off of the fear of rejection when being really emotionally honest. Luckily for me, that’s like a drink and a half. Lightweight.

    I also had a divorce party that a friend hosted for me – but it was more a celebration of getting away from my controlling, creepy-a** ex and moving towards a happier, healthier life for myself and my son. Well, that and an excuse to party excessively with a bunch of friends! 🙂

    • Comfortably Numb

      June 6, 2013 at 5:09 pm

      Ha ha any excuse eh? 😉 I’m a lightweight too which is why I hadn’t had a drink until now for fear of starting conversations I wasn’t ready for/wouldn’t remember or just spilling all the anyone who would listen. Thankfully neither of that applied this time 🙂

  6. behindthemaskofabuse

    June 2, 2013 at 11:28 pm

    I can relate to something here. How he knows he loves you but doesn’t feel it, like with butterflies and all that…you described me with my Hubby and I think for me it’s fear based. I used to have butterflies and all that when I thought I was in love with guys in the past, and I always got hurt and or abused so now I can’t feel that anymore. My Hubby is the man I love most in the world and that’s so scary to me that I can’t feel.

    I don’t know if that might be encouraging to you at all?

  7. behindthemaskofabuse

    June 2, 2013 at 11:30 pm

    the difference between love and abuse while i know it on a logical level are much different, my brain has be trained otherwise.

  8. behindthemaskofabuse

    June 6, 2013 at 7:01 pm

    My brain the deepest part of me believes they are not different. I don’t if that helps?

    • Comfortably Numb

      June 8, 2013 at 11:41 am

      Ah I see, that’s sad 😦 hopefully one day you will truly believe otherwise 🙂 ALWAYS hope 🙂 xB


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