My uncle is a very intelligent man. And I love him very much. He is definitely part of the family. But there are times, most times, I get tired being around him. On one such incident, was yesterday, after returning from a long drive from Old Montreal – our quick stop from Sutton, QC, where we skied and snowboard for two days.
White a short trip – one where I didn’t get to do as much as I had planned. One being to sneak away from my husband and daughter, find a cafe to sit and read in peace. Something that has lately become a luxury to me – we made the most of it. Unfortunately, as the decision to stay for 1 night (it originally was for 2 nights) was last-minute, reservations for our prime restaurant choices was pretty much impossible unless we wanted to eat at 9:30 PM. But we did find L’Orginal just in walking distance from our hotel.
I had a great time with Doug and Chaeli. Chaeli attempted raw oysters and finished most of her wild mushroom fettucine. I was most impressed with her adventurous eating that night. Doug and I finished a bottle of very nice wine – which left me a bit on the drunk side when we left the restaurant. We also ordered their deer chops for two. I was in complete carnivore heaven.
Anyway, my uncle can be a stubborn, argumentative mule. And while he says he is not sexist or homophobic, he certainly has proven himself to be a complete liar.
I try my best to bite my tongue in order to keep peace at the dinner table. But lets face it – It’s against my character not to let his little remarks go past me.
Yesterday, I found myself being attacked personally. Every thing I said, he had some condescending remark waiting for me. Everything I said, he had an argument for. And I know why. I had faced it all my life with men like him.
When around a man who can not come to terms that his wife wears the pants around the house, he will do whatever it takes to make his ego feel better by attacking the next strongest woman in that room (and in his life for that matter) to try to prove a point.
It’s so childish and tiring. And while I do not fight back nearly as much, I do distance myself from these family gatherings more and more. It’s become too much of an inconvenience to me and my special time to have to endure this stupidity at my expense over and over again.
What does this have to be with him wishing he were gay? Simply because it might change his perspective on the way he is with others. He could still be sexist. He could still be a jerk. But… He would be forced to have a more open mind given the different challenges he would have faced when he would have come out.