Thursday, February 28, 2013

Wife, Mom Share a Birthday? Between a Rock and a Hardhead


Dear Philip:
I have been married for seven years, and for all of them I have dreaded the same day in April.  It’s my wife’s birthday…and my mother’s.  My wife and my mother each think that the day should revolve around them, and they don’t really like each other.  (I’m putting it nicely.)
My mother insists that since she is the matriarch – she actually uses that word – we should celebrate with her every year, and my wife says that she deserves to be my number one priority.  Joint birthday celebrations don’t work, and I can’t see how to celebrate their birthdays separately.
How do I make them both happy on their shared birthday?
April Fool

Dear Fool,
Did you not see the name of this column?  It’s “Ask Philip,” not “Ask Miracles of Philip.” 
You, sir, (with apologies to Taylor Swift) will never, ever, ever make your spouse and your mother happy on the same day under these circumstances.  The math is pretty simple: they don’t like each other + you’re the person they have in common = lifelong death struggle to establish primacy.
 In other words, neither your wife nor your mom probably care much about how their birthdays are celebrated.  Instead, they’ve turned the day into an annual test of their relative importance to you.  Study all you want; you’re still going to fail.  That’s how the test is designed.  Make your mom the center of every birthday celebration, and you’ll spend the other 364 nights sleeping with someone you’ve relegated to second place.  Insist that it’s your wife’s night, and you can look forward to a steady diet of guilt sandwiches, served lovingly by the woman who gave you life and indirectly (or maybe directly) reminds you of that during every phone call.
My advice?  You can’t fail the test if you drop out of the class.  Don’t try to make them both happy on the same day, each year.  It’s not possible, and your efforts to appease one will only annoy the other.
The key to solving this lies in thinking of your wife and mother – in this instance, only! – as if they were toddlers fighting over the same toy.  You don’t mention children, so on the chance you don’t have any, here’s Parenting 101: when the kiddies can’t share nicely, an adult steps in and lays down a fair and equitable distribution.  Janey, you can have the toy for the next half-hour, and then it’s Johnny’s turn.  Johnny, after your turn, march across the playground and hand it back.  If you two decide you can share it, terrific.  If not, we’ll keep to the schedule.
You’ve got some time until April, Fool, and I’d suggest imparting a new birthday rule soon, so that you don’t allow either side to make plans that might then have to be changed.  Here’s what I’d say to them, were I in your shoes:  “I’ve been thinking about your joint birthday, and it occurs to me that it’s not possible to give both of you the amount of attention that I’d like to on the actual day.  This year, mom, we’d like to take you to dinner on the night before…or the night after, your choice.  Next year we’ll celebrate your birthday on the actual day, and we’ll just continue switching off.”
See what you did, there?  You’ve told both of the women in your life that you want to give them enough attention.  You’ve also told your wife that she’s the common denominator: “we” would like to take you out, Mom…but the other night is for the two of us.
Neither of them will be thrilled, but both of them will likely be placated.  The key is to stand firm, and to meet protests with the truth: This is not an ideal situation, so here’s a fair way to deal with that fact.  It’s also a way that subtly puts your wife first – by including her in all celebrations AND by giving her the day this time ’round – without denying your mother the thoughtfulness and respect she deserves.
Also?  Giving your mom a really nice present this year couldn’t hurt.
Enjoy both cakes,
       Philip

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Yes, Virginia, There IS a St. Valentine


Dear Philip:
Valentine’s Day makes me sad.  I have been single for the past several years, and this Hallmark holiday feels like the world is trying to rub my singlehood in my face.  I have friends who are single who get together for a Valentine’s Day dinner every year, and while it was always at someone’s house, this year it is going to be at a restaurant, and I for one don’t want to have to look at all the happy couples at other tables.
Should I go and be miserable, or stay home alone and be miserable?
Lonely Heart

Dear Lonely,
If you’ve already decided to be miserable, it doesn’t really matter where you are, does it?  I vote for ‘go out and celebrate your friendships.’  First, though, it might help to brush up on your history.
Saint Valentine’s Day wasn’t invented by Hallmark; in fact, the card folks are relatively late to the party.  Centuries late.  The best most historians can figure, the Catholic Church created the feast day in the 5th century to celebrate a martyr from the 3rd.
The martyr was St. Valentine, who served during the reign of Emperor Claudius II.  Claudius had outlawed marriage for young men, figuring that single fellas made better soldiers.  Valentine, a romantic soul, quietly went on performing marriage ceremonies, until Claudius got wind of his actions and had him jailed and then executed.  It’s thought that Valentine passed a note before he died to his jailor’s daughter, professing his love for her.  Legend has it that he signed his note “your Valentine,” and thus eventually gave birth to the second-largest greeting card holiday.
But he wasn’t killed for that note, nor is he traditionally celebrated for it.  St. Valentine died for the crime of making others happy: he was martyred because he saw the injustice of denying young men the chance to marry, and he acted out of compassion and love.  Love of fellow man.  Platonic love.  That he may have found a little of the other kind before he died is terrific, but it’s not why they put the “St.” in front of his name.
So maybe you might consider broadening your idea of the celebration of love as each February 14th rolls around.  You might throw the celebration of loving friendship in there, too, and recognize you wouldn’t be alone in doing so: according to our friends at The History Channel, a solid 85% of all Valentine’s Day cards are bought by women…and I’m guessing that not all 85% are addressed to men.
I’m so sorry that you’re lonely, Lonely, especially on Valentine’s Day, when it can seem like everyone else in the whole world is paired off.  The thing is, though, the world isn’t.  It’s filled with folks who have never married, or gotten divorced, or been widowed, or who aren’t particularly happy with their mate.  It also has its share of romantic show-offs: those friends of yours – we all have ‘em – who feel the need to shout their love from the rooftops and carry on as if they just walked off the pages of a Harlequin romance novel.  (Pity them: insecurity is a sad, hard road to walk…and their relationships tend to burn out as spectacularly as they start.)
If you ask me – and you did, God bless you – Valentine’s Day doesn’t come often enough to waste on a single Valentine.  I’ve got several.  My lovely bride is one, to be sure, but so are my daughters.  So are my friends Shannon and Liz.  At some point today I’ll send an email to Jennifer Estlin, my college girlfriend, asking her for the 27th time if she’ll be my Valentine.  Her fiancĂ© will understand: he knows that life is a little richer if we’re able to celebrate not only the people we’re with, but also the people who we’ve thought of with love along the way.
Go to that restaurant, Lonely.  Keep in mind that St. Valentine is remembered not so much for sending a mash note, but for feeling so connected to his fellow men that he gave his life for their happiness.  Love like that is worth celebrating.
Platonically yours,
Philip

Sunday, February 10, 2013

All His Exes Live in...Crazy Town


Dear Philip:
I am dating a man who was divorced a few years ago, and has since had one long-term relationship, with a woman who turned out to be crazy.  She drives by his house at night, texts him constantly, and has contacted friends of mine on Facebook and told them he is wrong for me.  I’m frankly a little scared of her.  He no longer has feelings for her, but is hesitant to confront her or cut her off completely because she has had problems with depression and he’s afraid of what she’ll do to herself.
Normally I would not put up with this, but my boyfriend has had a rough go of it. His marriage ended in similar circumstances; his crazy ex-wife estranged his children from him and dragged their divorce out for several years.  I love him for having empathy, but I feel like his ex-girlfriend is not his problem, and shouldn’t be mine.  Should I give him an ultimatum?
Sane and Sensible

Dear S&S,
Of course you should give your boyfriend an ultimatum.  Tell him that he needs to stop dating nut jobs…and then take it gracefully when, because he knows you’re right, he sends you packing.
Sorry.  Easy joke, but serious point: your boyfriend is either establishing a pattern of being with unstable women, or claiming to have established that pattern.  (I say “claiming,” because you’re taking his word for how his marriage ended; I suspect his ex-wife has a different version.)  Whichever the case, the longer you stay with this guy, the greater the chance you’ll end up being the story he tells to the next woman.  In that story, of course, you’ll be Glenn Close.  He’ll be the poor guy with the pet rabbit.
 Romantically speaking, we are predictable creatures.  We find ourselves drawn to the same types of people time and again. That’s why you have certain girlfriends who always seem to date men who treat them badly, and others who move from one ‘little boy who needs mothering’ to the next.   These are not conscious choices, S&S.  They’re rooted in our personalities, which are formed when we’re very young, and they are not easily or often changed.
(For more on this, see the brilliant, incisive book, Actually, It Is Your Parents’ Fault: Why Your Romantic Relationship Isn’t Working, and How to Fix It, co-authored by, uh…oh yeah: me!  Now available at Barrett Books, and other fine retailers everywhere.)
Your boyfriend chooses women who either start out as unstable or who he can – and this is a technical term – drive completely bonkers.  Though you can’t be sure about his ex-wife because you weren’t there, you can correctly label his last girlfriend’s inappropriate behavior as nutty.  The fact that he’s unwilling to do anything about that nutty behavior leaves you with two choices: you can dump him now, or you can live in the fantasy that your ultimatums will have any impact on a man who blames others for the fact his kids won’t see him and labels every former paramour a wackadoo.
Here’s the ironic part: you wrote in your letter that you love him for his empathy.  (What a good guy!  What a caring man!  What a crock of...never mind.)  S&S, your boyfriend has you bamboozled if you’re honestly defending him even as he labels the mother of his children “crazy” and does nothing to shield you from the actions of a woman who probably needs help.  If he’s seriously worried about what she’ll do to herself, he should speak to mental health professionals and then extricate himself entirely.  Sitting idly by, and subjecting you to his messes, smacks of ‘loving the drama,’ not ‘wanting to help.’
The question isn’t really whether you should give him an ultimatum (why bother?) or even if you should be with him at all (clearly not), S&S.  The real question is why you chose to date this guy in the first place.  I suspect he isn’t the first drama-magnet you’ve been with…but if you do a little work and try to deal with whatever it is in your personality that draws you to guys like him, maybe he’ll be the last.
Yours in sanity,
Philip