Dear Carolyn: My boyfriend and I are in our early 20s, and have been together for about 2½ years. In recent months we’ve talked of “being together for the long haul.”
The problem is this: While I see the value in very healthy eating and daily exercise, he is the product of an almost unbelievable gene pool (can’t gain a pound, blemish-free, etc.) and sees exercise as a time-consumer. He was a nationally ranked college athlete, but has become uninterested in most things physical. He often mentions that he feels sick or anxious for long periods, but when I suggest exercise as a remedy he disengages.
I’m starting to worry, as these episodes are becoming more frequent. How can I convey to him that my desire for him to exercise and eat right doesn’t come from a place of criticism, but rather from a health standpoint? I love him dearly, but I can’t stand by and watch him become the picture of heart disease or Type II diabetes. How can I get him to understand that genetics might guarantee a great appearance but not a truly healthy person?
Carolyn says: You don’t know his genes are “perfect.”
You don’t know whether habits will govern your lifespan or a falling piano will.
Anyone talking “long haul” (why the cutesy-quotesy phrasing?) needs to become acquainted, briskly, with the idea that certainty is for suckers. You don’t know how anything will be, you know only what is.
In your letter, there are only two certainties, and they need the attention you’re currently misdirecting to his diet and exercise habits.
The first is that he is “sick or anxious” and unwilling to deal with that. This is as serious as problems get in relationships.
Why? Because once you recognize there’s no such thing as certainty, you start to connect some dots. First dot: Anything can happen. Second dot: When bad things happen, you can handle them well, or badly. Third dot: Handling them well will dramatically improve your quality of life. Fourth dot: “He disengages” = not handling things well. Fifth dot (projection): The “long haul” with someone who doesn’t handle difficulties well promises to be tougher than it needs to be.
So please stop talking about his diet and exercise — apologize for it, in fact — and start talking about talking. Unless you want to be the picture of dysfunction, you both need to prioritize transparency on whatever topic life spits out.
That brings us to the second certainty: Any problem in any relationship has two parts, yours and the other person’s — and you can’t solve problems by trying to fix the other person’s contribution. Starting a sentence, “How can I get someone to blank,” says you don’t understand this basic boundary.
You are you, he is he, and what you create together is the result of choices willingly made, each on your own side of the line. If his habits bother you, then it’s your prerogative to say so. To change them or not is his prerogative. To respond to his choice — by accepting him as-is or breaking up — is your prerogative. See?
The good news is, addressing the second certainty is likely to help with the first: People tend to engage more willingly with those who both draw and respect these lines.
Dealing with death
Dear Carolyn: I found out recently that our family cat is in ill health. About a week ago, I found out that my grandmother hasn’t been doing too great. I was fairly sad to hear about my grandmother, but I broke down crying when I heard the cat was sick. Both have lived a fair amount past their respective life expectancies, so their poor health is not a surprise. While my grandmother has always been fairly negative and bitter and would often be condescending toward my little sister and outright insulting toward my mom (her son’s ex-wife), she’s generally been supportive, by her standards, of me. I can’t help feeling that there is something wrong with me that I’m more afraid for the demise of my cat.
Carolyn says: Cats (though they would beg to differ) are simple. It makes sense that your grief would likewise be so.
People are complicated. Grief for them often reflects that, too.
And, if your cat had a nasty temperament and had openly mistreated some of the mice you loved most in the world, your feelings probably would have hit “fairly sad” and stopped there. As ye sow, no?