I never in a million years thought I would be in a relationship that involved me, a mate, and fanatical sports viewing. I find the concept of my fiance watching this stupid shit hurtful, selfish, and degrading to our relationship. I am now given time frames about 10 hours a weekend of when and when I can't talk to him because a game is on. Can you get a load of that shit? Of course he doesn't find anything wrong with it. I mean, someone like me, doesn't care for rules, follow rules, and when rules are enforced one of two things can happen. One, I get bored and lose interest or two, I break the rules in some grand fashion, blow the rules up, and then burn the bridge I had.
We have had several spats about these issues during the week. Guess what? All I hear is, "you knew I was an avid sports fanatic" or "it could be worse, I could watch a game everyday" or my favorite this week, "I bought you cupcakes". I'm sorry, I thought you bought me cupcakes just because you loved me, missed me, and knew I would enjoy the sweet sentiment from the person I am in love with. Geez, what an idiot I was to think like that. Right?
I just sit in amazement of after all of these years I sacrificed being in a long distance relationship to finally be together be widowed during fall and winter for a homoerotic death match of dim wits. That just doesn't sit well. I already resent this aspect of our relationship, how am I going to marry a man knowing this? I mean I don't spend everyday with him so the full sting isn't there, just partially there when I know I am being penciled in for a phone chat. I'm the type to tell him to shove the phone chat up his ass because I don't play by the rules. Then when I say this, he likes to one up. He's a one upper or a matcher. He'll say "Well you watch Young and the Restless and GLEE"....that pisses me off too. I hate his sick need to either change the subject or switch back on me like I'm the bad person.
I don't need to work 40 plus hours a week to live nicely and then on the two short weekend days I have with my husband, he's busy watching stupidity.
It simply blows my mind and angers me to no end. I know he doesn't get it and he'll stick with the "you knew I was an avid sports watcher." If I hear that one more time, I swear I am so close to backing out of our engagement. I just can't see how I can be married and in this situation year after year for the rest of our lives. I even went as a far as to research "football wives" and "football widow" for coping mechanisms or for guidance. I came across one link that made me want to vomit bile. This article suggested I change my ways to accommodate my man and his football. Umm, isn't it 2012 not 1952? I don't accommodate anyone who won't accommodate me. What the hell is the point in that?
Check out this ridiculous link I read: http://voices.yahoo.com/a-survival-guide-football-widow-680.html
I have said over and over, time and time again, we are not cut from the same cloth. What the hell do we have in common, it needs to be something so big that helps keep us together? I don't even know if I should go on with wedding plans. I feel like we'll be breaking up any day over this BS because we aren't finding middle ground. I don't need the stress, that's for sure.
What to do? What to do? I don't need to be in a relationship with feelings of resentment over something I find stupid. He really needs another woman that better matches him. He really truly does. Someone submissive, does what he says, likes what he likes, caters to his every need. I'm not that chick. Not by a loooong shot. I should tell him it's free communication weekend on one of those sites like match. com. He would probably find a dumb bimbo who likes sports. I really could rant about this forever, that is literally how upset I am.
I'll stop now and stew in my anger. I don't feel I need to cater to him on this subject. I understand compromise is needed for real relationship problems but I refuse to compromise on this just like he will refuse to compromise on how he feels. I think that my friends is what they call a stale mate in chess, you know an actual game that takes IQ points to play.
Makes me think of the Cell Block Tango in the musical Chicago. You know the scene? The gist is, the women simply snap after their husbands repeat annoying habits or worse...