jad0110
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Hello, my name is JAD, and my wife hates guns.
Over 10 years ago, before and after we got married, we could both best be described as "bliss ninnies." We were young, never thought anything bad could ever happen to us, you know how most dumb kids are. However, over time I began to open my eyes to the reality. "It" can happen to me, and I am responsible for my safety, not the cop 15 minutes away. And here I am today, always aware of my surroundings, responsible gun owner, carry permit holder, gun collector, etc.
During this time, my wife went down a different path. At first, she accepted my desire to own a gun (with not insignificant resistance) in order to protect her and our future son, though she did not really like it. She has never liked guns, BTW. Crucially, instead of the more constructive path I took, she went down the road to fear. She went from wandering the streets of NYC, Chicago and Oakland alone after midnight (completely unaware) to the opposite end of the spectrum: practically paralyzed with fear.
And she blames me for this, because I awoke her from her dream world slumber. As she put it, she just wants to go back to not caring, not worrying any more. Basically, she is like a child that thinks the boogey man won't get her if she hides under the covers. Not only that, she wants me to go back to how I was. Nothing irritates her more than when I am not directing 100% attention to her and my son (I always try to maintain a reasonable degree of situational awareness and I admit I'm not the best multitasker). Also, her hatred of guns seems to grow more vitriolic with the passage of time, as I think they are a reminder that there is in fact evil out there.
When she demanded last week that I go back to how I was and get rid of all my guns, I flatly stated it was not going to happen. I would be derelict in my duties as a father if I did not do my best to protect her and our child from danger. When I refused to back down, she wondered what we were going to do, and the dreaded “D” word came into the "conversation." She backed down at this point. It wasn't the first time this has happened, and each time this issue comes up it seems to get nastier and nastier.
I am beginning to see that divorce is inevitable unless something changes. I told her that other couples have found ways to accept each other's differences and live in peace and harmony. I certainly try to accept her position, I'm not trying to force her into liking guns, and I try to keep the guns and related stuff out of site. I'd just like to be accepted, that's all. Let it be. She wants to learn to accept it, but she is very stubborn.
Note that we did go to counseling for a short while, but she soon stopped going because she decided she needs no help, as "I am the one who is screwed up." Sigh.
So I ask for you wisdom and experience. Who out there has found a way to happily coexist with a gun hating, fearful spouse who would rather just pretend bad things can't happen. How do you do it? How do you learn to respect one another's differences?
I know this is a difficult question to answer, but I appreciate any thoughts that can be offered.
For background, you may wish to read an earlier thread that dovetails into this one:
http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=637572
Over 10 years ago, before and after we got married, we could both best be described as "bliss ninnies." We were young, never thought anything bad could ever happen to us, you know how most dumb kids are. However, over time I began to open my eyes to the reality. "It" can happen to me, and I am responsible for my safety, not the cop 15 minutes away. And here I am today, always aware of my surroundings, responsible gun owner, carry permit holder, gun collector, etc.
During this time, my wife went down a different path. At first, she accepted my desire to own a gun (with not insignificant resistance) in order to protect her and our future son, though she did not really like it. She has never liked guns, BTW. Crucially, instead of the more constructive path I took, she went down the road to fear. She went from wandering the streets of NYC, Chicago and Oakland alone after midnight (completely unaware) to the opposite end of the spectrum: practically paralyzed with fear.
And she blames me for this, because I awoke her from her dream world slumber. As she put it, she just wants to go back to not caring, not worrying any more. Basically, she is like a child that thinks the boogey man won't get her if she hides under the covers. Not only that, she wants me to go back to how I was. Nothing irritates her more than when I am not directing 100% attention to her and my son (I always try to maintain a reasonable degree of situational awareness and I admit I'm not the best multitasker). Also, her hatred of guns seems to grow more vitriolic with the passage of time, as I think they are a reminder that there is in fact evil out there.
When she demanded last week that I go back to how I was and get rid of all my guns, I flatly stated it was not going to happen. I would be derelict in my duties as a father if I did not do my best to protect her and our child from danger. When I refused to back down, she wondered what we were going to do, and the dreaded “D” word came into the "conversation." She backed down at this point. It wasn't the first time this has happened, and each time this issue comes up it seems to get nastier and nastier.
I am beginning to see that divorce is inevitable unless something changes. I told her that other couples have found ways to accept each other's differences and live in peace and harmony. I certainly try to accept her position, I'm not trying to force her into liking guns, and I try to keep the guns and related stuff out of site. I'd just like to be accepted, that's all. Let it be. She wants to learn to accept it, but she is very stubborn.
Note that we did go to counseling for a short while, but she soon stopped going because she decided she needs no help, as "I am the one who is screwed up." Sigh.
So I ask for you wisdom and experience. Who out there has found a way to happily coexist with a gun hating, fearful spouse who would rather just pretend bad things can't happen. How do you do it? How do you learn to respect one another's differences?
I know this is a difficult question to answer, but I appreciate any thoughts that can be offered.
For background, you may wish to read an earlier thread that dovetails into this one:
http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=637572
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