Let me start by giving a little background on my BF.
He’s soon to be 60 yrs. old and liked by everyone. He’s a man’s man with sports stats rolling off his tongue about any sport, anytime some one asks. He was raised on a farm in the midwest, the oldest of 5 children. His father was extremely hard handed, and one did not defy or talk back. Evidently my BF suffered more than a beating or two. Never being allowed to express anger or frustration, he played football in high school and took out his emotions there. Then it was into the Navy, where you aren’t allowed to express your emotions there, either. From what I gather from all my research, this is the typical makings of a passive-aggressive person.
At first glance, he seems to have the patience of a saint. He would have to in order to join me, still raising two unruly kids, and taking in my elderly mother after her stroke. On top of that, I owned a bar, which was much more than just a job. He’s been great through all of it. (Most men would love the thought of owning a bar, but it can be quite the nightmare also).
That’s the upside to Passive Aggressiveness. They seem so patient, while sabatoging you ever so subtly. They are not the typical jerk, raising hell and mad all the time, or the drinker that comes home and beats their spouse. Their kind of abuse is so subtle, you have a tendancy to miss it. Then one day you either hear the term “Passive Aggressive” and look it up so you don’t feel stupid in public, (the expression is used quite often these days), or you go looking for answers to all those little subtleties you don’t understand.
I have read so much on Passive Aggressive Behavior, I feel like I should have a diploma. I do not of course, and this blog is purely for my entertainment and sanity.