There is this electric piano that I have in my living room It belongs to my niece, who has been… travelling the world for a couple of years. She asked us to store some things for her, and this was one of those things.
When she brought it, she thought that I would like to use it. At the time (having had little warning these items were being brought to my home for storage) I didn’t know where to put it. I have a keyboard of my own, and so told her we would just store it for now.
Only we haven’t any good storage in this house, and it just ended up on the floor in our basement hallway. Fearing it would be damaged by flooding (the washer has been overflowing at times, and the one side of our home has been leaking, since when the new roof was put on several years ago, they removed all the gutters and downspouts so the water now comes into our home on one side) I moved things around and found space for it in our living room.
I would have used it then, only I didn’t know where she had put the cords and attachments, and didn’t want to go through her things looking for them. I asked my husband to – this was maybe a year ago – but he never did.
I also asked him to NOT use the piano for storing his things as he came in the door – but of course he does. Of course he does. He doesn’t understand me. He doesn’t understand my need for him NOT to do those things.
Another niece who lives in town asked, since we aren’t using it (I would, only my husband never did find out where the cords and attachments were, so I couldn’t) if she could take the piano to use. I don’t mind her taking it. It would give a place where I could bring my keyboard out and actually be able to use it (so long as my husband doesn’t store things on it, which causes me a lot of distress) but I still don’t know where the attachments are. She would need them to use it, too.
I tried so hard to explain to him that in order to use it, she would need to ask our other niece (her cousin) where the attachments were, but…
He never seems to understand me.
He never does.
The longer we have been together, the less he seems to hear. It makes me want to cry. It does make me cry.
“(Her husband) is a really smart guy,” my husband told me. “He can figure it out.”
Okay, so I am stupid for not being able to do this?
It isn’t about being smart, or about being able to understand construction, or electrical systems, or… “She needs to ask where the parts are,” I said… but he didn’t get it. “C can figure it out,” he said again.
It isn’t about being smart. I am smart enough to know that what they need is to ask where the parts are – not to figure out a way to not need those parts.
Sometimes he makes me feel like he thinks I am so stupid – when he is the one not understanding what it is I am saying. This is how people have responded to me all of my life – and I try so hard to explain. And it seems to me I couldn’t be more clear. And they think I am being clear – but then they twist my words, or interpret them to mean something they never did – and they are so sure they are right they don’t give me a chance. They just keep trying to correct my correction to fit in with what they believe I am saying…
But I am not! What I am saying is what I am saying. There is no need for interpretation. There is no need to ‘look between the lines.’ It is all right there, clear as day. I don’t know why they can’t understand.
I don’t know why they respond to me as if they think I am stupid. I am not stupid. I know what I am saying – they are the ones who misinterpret.
They have always made me feel like they think I am stupid, and it hurts more than I can express – but he is my husband! He shouldn’t be making me feel that way.
And when they make me feel that way? I become so upset I shut down – which only goes to confirm for them what they believed about me in the first place.
So, so frustrating. So painful. So wrong.
Will they ever learn?