Are you still with Dancin Guy?
nESRE
Yep, but there are some challenges there. And I'm not sure if they're dealbreakers for me, or not.
A few months ago, I'd made some mention of DancingGuy's younger daughter going all PD on him. I suspect some serious PA stuff going on here, and her mom had recently gotten a new boyfriend, and was starting to make changes (like serving lots of vegetarian meals) etc to accommodate the new guy. About this same time they'd gotten smartphones for the kids and a new high-end gaming system for DG's 13 year old son. On their family vacation late June, his youngest daughter pitched a screaming hissy fit in the hallway of their Grandma's apartment complex because he insisted she come along on a family dinner instead of staying back at her Grandma's apartment playing with her phone. She started screaming about how he hid money from his second job so he didn't have to pay as much child support and how she wanted to be around her "REAL family"-- meaning her mom, her new boyfriend, and her 2 year old half brother. DG did NOT drop everything to drive her home... they were scheduled to leave the next morning. He called me that night, though, crying about this and how he sometimes just thought about "ending it."
This was like a bucket of cold water in my face... and I've been uneasy on many levels ever since then.
The bratty little girl stayed away for about a month or so, then her mom started making her come back so she could have "alone time" with the boyfriend. She's gotten a little better since then, but still acts out occasionally. Her mom's taken her phone sometimes. I've told her that she's gonna have to keep her nose clean for horse time. She's had her first period since then and is about to turn 13.
The son, now 14, has descended into the unlovely world of online gaming addiction. This is ALL he wants to do at his dad's, sit on the couch and play online with his friends and older brother (21 and out of the house), cussing and complaining when glitches or rude people make things not go his way.
The oldest girl is 17, and aside from being a bit 'waifish' (really quiet and timid, expecting other people to take care of her, mysterious aches and pains and injuries) she's easy to get along with.
Dancing Guy waits on these kids hand and foot, spends money like crazy on them, and doesn't let them be accountable for any of their mistakes. Now, please understand I don't care how he spends his money. This isn't about me trying to control what he does or doesn't do. But when they trash his apartment over the weekend, "forget" important papers, items, etc and expect him to drop everything day and night to bring them what they forgot, and are generally self-absorbed and unappreciative of what he does for them... THEN I have a problem.
For example, last weekend we all went out to a movie and had a nice time. Youngest daughter was silly and giggly, son was sociable and engaged in conversations with everyone. It was nice, and it reminded me of how things used to be. Until he asked what they wanted for dinner... where did they want to go?
They all refused to answer. They got completely silent. He rattled off some of their favorites. They stayed completely silent. He went on and on offering up choices... this went on for several minutes before he finally offered up a local restaurant that's "in" right now... one that us adults aren't all that impressed with. The son and younger daughter say "great." Oldest daughter is ok with this, as are we adults. We go there. There's a line wrapping all around the building for drive through service and people lined out the door. (It's trendy right now.) We waited in line several minutes, only to find out their credit card machines are down. Neither of us adults have enough cash, so we try to figure out some other place, because even if we got $ for the ATM it'd still be a crazy busy place with mediocre food.
We're back to square one, driving around. Where do you want to go? No answer. No answer. No answer. Finally he says Runza, and oldest daughter agrees. Other two remain silent. We get to Runza, and oldest daughter says "We could do Taco Bell". (I think she was trying to appease the younger siblings, who still aren't talking.) Dancing Guy sighs, turns around in a parking lot, goes through an ATM and goes back to the first place with cash. Evening is pretty much wrecked, as all kids are in a bad mood and DG is upset. When they get back to his apartment, the two younger ones try to go back to their media-- younger daughter reads crappy romance anime stuff online and son goes to the gaming system, but he tells them they need to get their stuff together to go to their mom's and get the living room picked up before they leave. I go into the kitchen and try to make some sense of the mess in there... no dishes have been done all weekend, dishwasher barely works, crap piled everywhere and it smells. Toilet in bathroom broken, needs to be turned off manually after being flushed. Nothing works. He's been there for 7 years, since his divorce. He's got wet clothes in clothes baskets because coin-op machine is not working. I volunteer to get laundry started drying if he drops me off at laundromat before he takes the kids to their mom. I'm feeling VERY uneasy with all this, cleaning up this kitchen, knowing the kids are gonna forget stuff, and that if I don't help, DG will be working on some of this before he goes to bed and won't get ANY sleep before his next day starts at 2:00am for his 2 paper routes before his main job.
He drops me off at laundry, I plug machines and start clothes drying. I'm sick with worry for him, furious at the kids, and furious at HIM for allowing this situation to happen over and over again. Soon, he gets kids dropped off and joins me at the laundromat. We watch clothes dry, and make small talk. While folding the clothes, I notice that his son's new "speech class" outfit has sustained some damage... faded colors, likely from being left on the floor with a wet towel on it. I fold it up and don't say anything because I just don't want to be the one to tell him... he was proud of being able to get those clothes for his son, and now they are ruined because the kid couldn't be bothered to take care of them.
He asks me what's wrong, and I tell him I'm tired of watching his kids treat him like this... a conversation we've had before. But he wonders out loud why "no one respects" him. He's afraid he's "ruined" his kids by not establishing firmer rules earlier in their lives. He wants to hold on to them, and they're pulling away... part of it's their ages, but part of that is also a deficit in leadership. We talked more in the car, and he's admitted now that he has no idea why I stay with him. He feels so unworthy. He's talked too about how he used to be attracted to "crazy women" and that I was something new for him... and he's something new for me. Or IS he?
I don't like where this is going. I sometimes have this "sickening" feeling in my gut when I'm confronted with this stuff, and I don't like it-- but I've learned enough over the last few years that I LISTEN to it, now.
"If you begin by sacrificing yourself to those you love, you will end by hating those to whom you have sacrificed yourself. " George Bernard Shaw, "Maxims for Revolutionists"
I really love this man. But I see these poor personal boundaries of his and I worry. If he can't set rules and enforce them with his own children, how can I ever know he's being honest about his needs with me? The "old me" would have taken this situation in hand, cleaned his place so he didn't have to, and enforced some of his rules with the kids and tried to make some kind of difference to him, but I see now that this would only be co-dependent enabling. (more in next post)