My husband steps on my toes all the time, and we have same argument over and over. All I do is politely tell him he’s stepping on my toes. All I want is for him to get off. That’s it. He turns it into a huge battle, about how he didn’t meant to (excuses, excuses), then accuses me of thinking he did it on purpose to hurt me, then he tells me that I’m telling him what he is thinking.
All I tell him is this. “no, my toe is in pain. I just want it to stop. I’m only thinking about my toe becuase it’s hurting. I’m not thinking about you at all. I just want the paint to stop.”
My husband says to me, “you act like I’m doing it on purpose to hurt you. When I was pouting, I was joking.”
Me: “I aske you to get off my toe, and you start a huge fight. YOu pout and act like you are the injured one, when I’m the injured one. You take it too personal when I am just asking you to get off my toe. I don’t care at that point what your intentions are, I’m addressing reality and actions, and just trying to get out of pain.”
My husband: “How can you read into what I am thinking. I was joking with the pouty face.”
me: “my toe was ran over by the chair, and I had to scream ‘stop stop stop’ to you to save my toe. Then you give me pouty face and play like you are the victim. You don’t even ask if my toe is ok, and it all becomes about your ego and all your excuses. I could hve broke toe, and you’d be going on and on with excuses to protect your ego.”
My husband: “Apparently, your toe was ok. That’s why I was joking with the pouty face. It was a joke.”
Me: “how can you tell my toe was ok, I had a sock on and you just ran over it with the chair and you were already acting like you were the victim and mad at me for yelling “stop stop stop” as you rolled over my toe. YOu were acting like my yelling was somehoe personal attack, when all I was doing was trying to save my toes. I didn’t care at that point anything but saving my toes. You had to turn the tables and make it into huge battle and huge fight.”
My husband: “you are ascribing moties to me.”
Me: “no I’m not. I don’t care. I know it was accident, and most peole know the daily bumps into each other’s are accident and they say, ‘i’m sorry’ and just move on. You have to turn it into battle, and just can’t acknowledge it and move on.”
My husband: “I do acknowledge it” (like saying the words means he’s actually doing it).
Me: “Then why all the excuses, instead o asking me if my toe is ok. YOu don’t even worry about my toe, but your fragile ego is more important than my toes.”
My husband: “Apparently they were ok. I could tell by the way you were acting they were ok. I only ran over your sock, not your toes.”
Me: “no, again, you ran over my sock, it got caught under the wheel but you kept rolling forward and you ran over my toes and hurt them.”
My husband: “No, i looked down, and I was only over your sock.”
Me: “That after I screamed Stop stop stop, and you backed up, did you look down.”
My husband: “Well apparently you were ok.”
Me; “you are not acknowleding what happened. It doesn’t bother me that you accidentally ran over my toes. What bugs me is that I can’t protect myself and say “stop stop stop” without you pretending you are victim and I’m yelling at you or no reason, and that pouty face, like you were the one that got injured. I hate it when you turn the tables, especially, when I’m the person that got really injrued, and you pretend I’m injuring you, when you were the one that just injured me. I’m not even mad at you, but I was just staying stop stop stop, to protect my toe. I haven’t even had time to judge your intentions or moties. I’m just trying to save my toes. I don’t care if you did it on purpose or not. I’m just screaming to stop tos ave my toes and you have to pretend you are the victim. Your fragile ego is more important than my toes.”
27 years of marriage and he’s still stepping and running over my toes, and I have ingrown toenails, in pain. but he expects me to just not say a word and take it. I can’t ask him to get off, without it turning into huge freaking battle everytime about his precious ego. I“m sick of it. Sick of it. I don’t care. I just want him off my toes. Just get off. Is that too much to ask someone to get off your toes because it hurts, and then they try to play all these head games.
All he needs to do, is say, “oh, I’m sorry” and just get off my toes. But no, excuses, excuses, and then at the end I’M APOLOGIZING TO HIM! That’s just not right.