Tell m e about the
last tim e you had Sunday supper with
the whole fam ily and your grandm other said, “Pass the m ustard
greens.” and you yelled at her “Can’t you fucking say ‘Please’ you old bitch?
Would it kill you? You are always (see below) telling m e
what to do and I’m not taking your
controlling shit any longer, you want the m ustard
greens you got a walker by your chair and the rest of the fucking day to waddle
your sad ass to the other end of the table and get them .”
I’m guessing you wouldn’t
expect a Benjam in in your Christm as card that year, and you can pretty m uch expect her first call on Monday m orning would be to the lawyer that wrote her Will.
Without going into your relationship with your grandm other (she m ay
be worse than JR Ewing for all I know) we do not, as a rule, require that every
request be preceded by a “please” or followed by a “thank you.” We give the
person m aking the request the
benefit of the doubt, we allow them
an im puted please. If som eone at work says “You got the stapler?” we don’t
respond “What? Are you saying I stole the stapler?”
Nope, we usually say, “Sure.” We hand it over and don’t
think about it again. Sam e with the m ustard greens.
But in a personal relationship, in our relationships with
our wives, m aybe our parents and our
siblings, for som e reason, we m ay not be so kind.
In personal relationships (and here I’m
talking about troubled relationships) every request, every com m unication
is fed through a check list of resentm ents,
past bad acts, suspicion and fear. Every word is parsed for m eaning, every tone is analyzed, every body position
is noted and we rank them all from one to ten, with one being the worst possible
interpretation and ten being the a lesser offensive interpretation and m aybe num ber
ninety-eight is the one we attribute to the guy asking for the stapler and then
we prom ptly disregard two through
ten and go with num ber one which is
“this is m ore of the sam e shit that shows she doesn’t love, respect or care
for m e.”
“Get som e peanut
butter” becom es not just a sim ple request for tasty legum e
paste but an interpolated attack “don’t even com e
back without the PB. You always forget it you insensitive bastard, and your
kids suffer every day because you never do what you’re supposed to do.” Skippy’s
becom es a proxy for every hurt your
wife has inflicted upon you and the legion of those slights you im agine she intended. It’s not just the peanut
butter, it’s the rest of your fucking life and nothing is going to change.
It can be a bit overwhelm ing.
Maybe you don’t explode. Maybe you don’t give tit for tat with som e sort of passive aggressive behavior, m aybe you just note it and add it to your list of
resentm ents, but even that is adding
a bale of hay to your already overburdened relationship cam el’s back.
What if you sim ply
im puted a “Please”. What if, the
next tim e you see a note or hear a
request that could be interpreted as controlling or dictatorial you sim ply added a m ental
“please” to it. “Please get som e
peanut butter” is an entirely different experience.
“Why should I? She’s telling m e
what to do and I have every right to resent it.”
Can’t argue with you there, but you have a right to a
divorce too, and that defensiveness is leading right towards one. You’re
reading this because you want to im prove
your relationship with your wife, you want to be a better m an, and the bottom
line is that a better m an is going
to im pute a “Please” because
anything you would do for your granny or the guy needing the stapler you should
be willing to do for your wife.