Cue the Holiday Anxiety
BM messaged me today with a proposed Christmas holiday schedule. Actually, she messaged me to say she would be sending a proposed holiday schedule. Translation: she's sending us a copy of the only schedule she will accept without turning into a flaming c*nt. And of course she only sends it to me. Not DH. No, apparently I'm supposed to be the messanger.
Cue a mini anxiety attack. Pounding heart. Shaky hands. Headache growing at the base of my skull. Something like adrenaline radiating in my chest. Fun stuff.
Any time she wants to change the schedule she always sends the proposals to me. And inevitably they ALWAYS work out in her favor although she insists (through some cracked out logic) that it is totally fair to both of us. Yup. Uh huh. So I usually show the schedule to DH, explain what is wrong with it and offer him a counter proposal, which he usually doesn't bother to tell BM. He just gives in to her ridiculous demands then mopes about getting cheated out of his days with the skids.
This infuriates me for two reasons.
1) He rolls over and plays dead no matter how unfair the situation is. I'm guessing he thinks it is because he thinks whatever SHE wants is what the skids want so of course he has to give them what THEY want. Then I have to deal with Sir Mopes-a-Lot until he gets over it.
2) When I get indignant on his behalf, he makes it sound like I'm the bad guy for trying to stand up for HIS rights. Excuse me, what? How does that make me the bad guy?!
I can't make him stand up for himself. It's a waste of time and energy to get angry on his behalf, I know. But he's still my husband and I can't help it if my first instinct is to fight for his happiness.