My family, whom I’ve always been close to, has never liked my wife—they didn’t like her when we were dating, they did a shitty job of hiding how pissed they were when I said we were going to get married, and they still don’t like her now. I know she can seem pushy and anal-retentive, but she’s a good person and she’s been incredibly supportive of me. When we started dating, I’d just lost my job, but she stood by me and even helped me find work again. When we needed a new place to live, she took charge. I’ve tried to get my family to see her the way I do or, if they can’t, at least be polite, but they always manage to undermine her plans and mock her way of doing things, and it drives her nuts. I can’t keep forcing my family on her if things don’t get better, but I don’t want to stop seeing them. My goal is to get my family to change before they drive her, and me, away.

There’s a special kind of torture in trying to make peace in vain. If we all had Hillary Clinton’s job, we’d probably just give up and wear pantsuits, too.

At least your peace-making efforts are not doubly cursed with your wife’s accusing you of being unsupportive and not standing up for her…or maybe you’re not telling me the whole story because you’re forever protecting your wife’s back.

Either way, I assume that sharing your concerns with your family hasn’t worked. Indeed, telling them they’re hurting your wife’s feelings may feed their hope of changing or punishing her or driving her away, and then they’ll act worse. If so, it’s time to shut up and give up on trying to solve this problem and instead ask yourself how to make the best of it.

Don’t feel too responsible for everyone’s pain, just because that pain got triggered by your choice of mate. Your wife knew that your family was part of the deal and that pain is unavoidable with certain types of in-law.

Your parents should value your wife for being a strong, steady partner and, if they were grown up, they’d assume that spending time with people you don’t really like and smiling while you do it is an essential part of leading a family, as it is for managing any organization.

Alas, it seems the parent has become the child, so here’s some parental advice from a more mature source; life is hard, bad interpersonal chemistry is unavoidable, and you make conflict worse by taking too much responsibility for improving it.

Accept things the way they are and count the advantages of continuing a painful family relationship, including retaining contact with people you love (even if you don’t like them or the way they behave), sharing meaningful family events, and providing your kids with a sense of where they come from. Then decide how much family time is necessary to conserve what you value while minimizing the pain.

Besides, while you can’t change interpersonal chemistry, you can control what time you arrive and leave, and what subjects you’re simply not going to talk about. If they want to dig into your wife, don’t fight it, just change the subject and exit early if need be.

You’ll never be one big loving family, but you’ll always be family, even if it’s for short periods fewer times a year. It’s not fair, but it’s the best thing for your marriage, your sanity, and a life free of pantsuits.

STATEMENT:
Give yourself a mandate that protects you from having to share anger, guilt, or explanations with your family. “I’ve tried to build a friendship between my wife and family and it hasn’t worked, but that won’t stop me from being a good son and keeping family relationships as positive as possible. If I do what I believe is right, I need never expose myself or my wife to argument or pointless discussion, no matter who in my family feels otherwise.”

My wife and I are concerned about our daughter’s boyfriend. They seem quite serious, and we’d be happy to see her married and settled down, but he seems like a bully. It’s not just that we think he’s not good enough for her, but we’re genuinely worried that he could become abusive, if not physically, then verbally. He’s so combative and humorless it makes us wonder what we did wrong, since we thought we provided her with a happy, jovial home life growing up. My wife has tried to talk to her about it, but my daughter assures her that he’s a good guy and says we’re not being tolerant or supportive of her adult choices. I want my daughter to figure out who he really is before it’s too late.

As parents of a marrying daughter, particularly one who likes defending the misunderstood and obnoxious, you have less control than a drunk at a cruise’s open bar.

Try to protect her, and you’re attacking her baby/lover and pushing the two of them even closer together. You know you’re in trouble when, in trying to help her, you find yourself making dramatic speeches that sound like they come from a movie.

Instead, take poker lessons, or at least listen to Lady Gaga, and prepare to keep your feelings well hidden if you want to avoid making things worse.

Yes, life is that bad; you put decades of love and care into raising a kid, and this is what you get. The good news is that it happens to really good parents, so don’t waste time blaming yourselves or your wife. The bad news then is that there’s no mistake to undo. Life is unfair, and you’ve been tagged by the fickle finger of fuckin’ bad luck.

Now that you’ve cried and accepted your fate (and perhaps asked yourselves who Lady Gaga is), there is much you can do.

Begin, as usual, by expressing respect for your daughter’s love and good intentions. It’s an insult to suggest that her fiancé is an asshole, but you can wonder if the rough edges (of such a wonderful guy) are likely to get in the way of his employment, parenting, or relationship with her friends. You can also contradict the idea that love is going to change him or make his difficulties go away, without suggesting that it’s anyone’s fault.

Having created some non-personal, non-critical ways for her to think about her future, you can let subsequent events speak for themselves while you raise an eyebrow and, pointedly, say nothing. Speeches are weak and melodramatic– silence is a stronger statement.

You’re not blaming him for being a fuck-up; you’re simply expressing concern about the burden that will eventually fall on her in the worst case scenario and noting when events seem to be falling into that category. You’re being an impartial judge, even if the verdict sucks.

STATEMENT:
You need a mission statement that blocks off fear and blame. “We know you love one another and that you have a tremendous capacity to nurture him and be nurtured by him. But we see marriage as two people carrying a load together, as well as a matter of love and feelings, and that’s why we urge you to consider whether his problems will get in the way of his doing his share, not just in terms of emotional support but making money and raising kids. Having said that, we’re happy for you and will welcome him into the family, hoping things turn out well.”

I’ve done some research, and I think my girlfriend is bipolar. She gets into these very good moods for no particular reason, and when she’s in this mood she can’t stop talking and seems high and silly (and that’s when she sometimes drinks too much). When she’s like that, she’s more obnoxious-funny than really funny, but she thinks she’s a riot. I’m not crazy about her up times, but what I really dread is the crash that follows; it’s hell for her and everyone around her. I know she sees a shrink, so I told her what I was worried about, but she acted like I was insulting her and then she said she was sorry, maybe I was right, but she likes feeling happy and doesn’t see anything wrong with it and why should it bother me. My goal isn’t to take away her joy, but I wonder if it’s bad for her to be bipolar and, if so, what she should do about it.

You’re right to worry about your girlfriend’s highs, but getting through to her may not be easy. Manic people aren’t exactly perceptive, unless by perceptive, you mean frighteningly giddy and overwhelming obnoxious.

Meanwhile, she sees her mania as the time when she’s fun and funniest, so she may resent you for criticizing her behavior when, from her point of view, she’s at her best, wittiest, and happiest.

Being manic also comes with the certainty that you can do no wrong. Between that and the ecstatic feelings, judgment is lost in a heavy, happy mist.

That’s why, if you have bipolar disorder, you should ask trusted friends to tell you if you seem over the top—it’s an “advance directive,” like the one you would use to tell them whether to authorize CPR if you pass out—because mania makes it hard for you to judge for yourself, especially when you’re too busy dancing on cars in a bikini to notice.

Of course, your girlfriend has a milder form of the problem, but it makes her focus on how she feels, rather than on what’s happening now or on consequences. That’s why she’s heard what you have to say and doesn’t appear to give a shit.

So, instead of expressing worry and doom, encourage her to consider the risks while expressing confidence in her abilities, and respect for her right to make her own choices. If she can’t or won’t understand your warning, accept that fact and do your best with it.

You want her to heed your warning and save herself and your relationship, but if she can’t, it’s better for you to know now than to spend months and years in a negative struggle, trapped in an unhappy mist that will drive you crazy yourself.

STATEMENT:
Compose a statement that makes your best case in a non-coercive way. “You’re usually very responsible and good with people, but I worry about your high moods because you seem to get carried away more than you realize, lose touch with how other people react, and drink too much, and afterwards you’re always depressed and very unhappy. Don’t trust my view if you think I’m prejudiced; ask others who know you and ask a professional whether the mood swings might get worse. Then, whatever you decide, I know you’ll be thinking about what’s good for you, rather than what feels good.

I like my brother’s girlfriend—she seems like an all-around good person—but I really worry about the two of them together. They fight constantly, and from what I can tell, the things they fight about are things that are never going to change. Like, she hates that he works so late, but she knew he was a chef when they met and that the hours are long, and he loves his work and isn’t leaving it for anyone. Then he hates how stingy she is about money when it means going without things they don’t need, even when they can actually afford it. I hate to see them fight, but they seem absolutely determined to stay together even though neither one of them wants to, or is able to, change his or her lifestyle. I see that they love one another, and my brother wants to marry her, but I worry that they’re locking themselves into a lifetime of unhappiness.

You’re right not to criticize a relationship that is obviously important and meaningful to your brother, for obvious reasons. What feels like worry to you will feel like criticism to him, with no good results to your relationship or his.

You can help him think rationally, however, (or at least satisfy yourself that you’ve done your best on that score), if you first show obvious respect for him, his girlfriend, and their effort to make things work. Keep your fear to yourself, because it always implies disrespect for his choices. Think like a hostage negotiator, with your brother’s future in bondage.

When he brings up an issue in their marriage, don’t talk about solutions; you’ve already decided there aren’t any, and trying to find one will just make you impatient. Instead, ask him about what will happen to him and her if they are who they are and life does what it does.

The key component you describe as possibly missing is acceptance—she can’t accept the hours dictated by his profession, and he can’t accept her money management–so it’s reasonable for you to wonder what’s likely to happen as their jobs become more complicated, they have kids, one of them gets sick, i.e., if life happens.

If you believe, as you do, that the things they can’t accept aren’t likely to change, then ask him whether, given the worst case scenario for his schedule and her spending, he thinks he can accept her as is and vice versa. You can share the notion that you think acceptance is a more important predictor than love of whether a relationship is likely to work.

Remember, you’re not asking him whether he thinks they’ll be happy together, because marriage is often painful and unhappy for everyone. Non-acceptance, not unhappiness, however, is what blows marriages apart.

You’re asking him whether they’re likely to be able to continue to do business together and, if not, what impact that will have on their lives. If he hears you out and still goes forward with marriage, then at least you can accept that you did your best.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement of your mission. “You’ve got three good things going for you: you love one another, you really want to make things work, and you’re actively trying to find out whether you can live together. You can’t necessarily control your own work and money habits, let alone someone else’s, so you never know whether you can make things work, no matter how much you love one another; but doing what you’re doing is the way to find out and, as long as you have the courage to accept what you find, you can’t go wrong.”

My husband worries a lot about my drinking and depression but, to my mind, I don’t think my drinking is a problem and I don’t think I’d be depressed if I wasn’t worried that he’d leave me. For the sake of our marriage, I’ve agreed to stop drinking for a while and go to AA, but I really feel that my drinking wasn’t causing me any problems and that I’m doing this to make him happy, which makes me feel weak and angry. I want to get him to accept me the way I am before I can’t take it anymore.

You’re in a tough spot, because partnership really can’t work without acceptance, and acceptance is not something you can control. The more you force acceptance, the harder it is to achieve. Accept that, buddy.

If you try too hard to get his acceptance, you’ll hide whatever you think he won’t accept, which means putting your drinking in the closet and going to the mall instead of AA meetings.

On his end, if he tries too hard to make the relationship work, he’ll pretend you’re not really drinking or that you’re going to change, which also means no real acceptance.

The sad fact of life is that you are never going to change who you really are, which, at the very least, is a girl who enjoys drinking, and he’s going to have to take it or leave it. On the other hand, if you present the issue positively and he considers it realistically, maybe acceptance will occur, now that you’re not forcing it.

That’s why your goal shouldn’t be to win acceptance from your love; it’s to find out if your love can be accepting. He doesn’t need to like your drinking, but you need to know whether he can accept that it’s part of your package and accept the whole deal.

Instead of getting him to accept you the way you are, begin by accepting yourself. Forget how much you like to drink and ask yourself, on the basis of your own experience and what you’ve read, whether drinking gets in the way of anything you hold dear, like your health or making a living or being a good woman and a good friend. If in doubt, stop drinking for a while and see if there’s any difference.

Once you know your own mind, lay things on the line with your husband in a positive way. Of course, if you’ve come to agree that you’re a lush, let him know that you want to stop drinking because you believe you need to, and not to please him.

Otherwise, state your differences positively while letting him know how much you’d like him to accept you, if he can. If he can’t, then that’s a sad reality you both have to accept on your own.

STATEMENT:
Prepare a statement of your own views that is not overly reactive to his. “I respect your concern for my drinking and regret that it worries you. I’ve looked hard at how much it affects my health, work, and friendships. In the end, I don’t see it as causing me problems and, as much as I love you, it won’t help our relationship to appease unfounded fears. I hope you’ll accept my decision. Meanwhile, I think we should drop the topic of my drinking and, hopefully, move on to other things.”

My daughter is severely bipolar and lives with us so my wife and I can try to make sure she takes her meds and doesn’t hurt herself. We aren’t always successful—she’s practically an adult now and hates when we parent her—so she stopped taking her meds because she thought she didn’t need them anymore. Now she’s extremely manic, maybe using hard drugs, and extremely irritable. We’re absolutely helpless and there’s nothing we can do because she won’t talk to us. Our goal is to get her to listen to us, stop drugging, and get back on her meds.

Mental illness makes all families helpless; after all, it’s hard to have a dialogue with someone whose brain is diseased, irritable, inattentive and unresponsive. You’d have better luck reasoning with a rabid wolverine.

If you believe that your only power derives from your ability to have a heart-to-heart talk with her, then you are, indeed, helpless. The good news is, you’re wrong. After all, you can help wild horses improve their self-control without first teaching them English. Thus, you, too, can become a bipolar whisperer.

As parents and landlords, you control a number of powerful incentives, like access to money, car, refrigerator, shelter, and, oh yeah, money. That doesn’t mean you can control her or her illness, but it does mean you can create some pretty strong reasons for her to do the good things she needs to do.

Set rehabilitation goals for your daughter that you believe are truly essential, which will probably include sobriety, doing enough household chores in order to live independently, controlling violent behavior, and stopping sudden impulses from affecting her safety or treatment. Add or subtract from these core goals, based on your own experience and other parents’ war stories.

Once you know your priorities, announce them and back them up with rules and incentives for following them. I said announce, not converse. If you’re too worried about her anger or hurt or lack of understanding, you’ll be ineffective.

Don’t pick a fight, but don’t hold back on saying what you think with friendliness, conviction, and optimism. Tone of voice is as important as content. Don’t end sentences with a rising, Valley Girl inflection that asks for approval. Use the same calm, assertive energy praised by Cesar Millan.

Yes, there’s a risk that she’ll do something dangerous or force you to ask her to leave, but a bipolar-veteran parent knows how to manage crises without appearing to panic. It’s a risk you need to take, and be prepared for, because the alternative is way worse than facing an angry four-legged beast.

STATEMENT:
You need a statement that says, “This is what we believe, here are the rules that are required for self-control and independence and this, very simply, is what will happen if you don’t follow them. There are no punishments and we do not believe you are being stubborn or childish; but we will withhold privileges and, if necessary, ask you to live elsewhere for a while if we think it’s necessary, either because your behavior makes it impossible for us to live with you, endangers your safety, or blocks you from making progress.”

My wife and I liked to party when we first met (nothing too crazy, we just went out a lot), but we just had our first kid, so we now spend a lot more time at home. My wife used to be a fun, bubbly person, and she still sort of is, but ever since the baby was born she’s been really stressed out, worrying that something bad will happen and the baby will die. Not stuff she could possibly prevent, just a random act that would kill our child, and the stress is so bad she is haunted by visions of our son in a casket. I think she’s dealing with this stress by drinking a bunch of wine with dinner and getting a little more than tipsy. I’ve told her to relax about stuff she can’t prevent, but she says she can’t help it, and I don’t like that she’s drinking too much, and where that’s going to go. I want to see my wife get some treatment that will relieve her stress so she can stop drinking too much.

You might wonder how wanting to help someone could be bad, and it’s because, as goals go, it’s often one you can’t reach. If you don’t accept that fact before making your plans, you’ll make things worse.

Here, for instance, there’s a good chance she’s too busy drinking and/or avoiding her problem to heed your good advice and, at least at first, she may not be able to stop herself (and if she could stop herself, you probably wouldn’t be writing me in the first place).

If you sound frustrated, frightened or critical when you talk to her, it will make her worse. Your goal is to see if you can help her, not force her into help. You can bring a wife away from wine, but you can’t force her not to (fret and) drink.

Once people get into the habit of using alcohol to treat anxiety, they often can’t stop, particularly if they’re waiting to feel better before stopping. All the while, alcohol makes anxiety worse (as well as depression, mania…the only things it doesn’t worsen are weddings and sporting events).

So, your goal for her drinking isn’t to reduce her anxiety so she won’t feel like drinking, but to provide her with reasons for stopping drinking, now, regardless of whether it makes her anxiety worse, (which it will), while she also searches for tools to feel better. You can’t make any of that fear go away, but you can give her good reasons to find ways to ignore it and focus more calmly on your baby’s bottle than her own.

Sure, remind her about the availability of treatments; but don’t be surprised if she just wants you to leave her alone because treatment makes her think about her fears, and she’d rather not/would rather open another bottle of red.

Don’t tell her that going to treatment will be enough to make you happy, because treatment is not always effective and it’s useful only if she undertakes it for her own reasons, rather than to get you off her back. Don’t tell her treatment will definitely make her happy, either, because if it doesn’t, you’re a liar and the fault is still yours.

Encourage her to consider her options, including cognitive therapies with ideas and mental exercises to counteract negative thoughts, behavioral therapies with physical exercises to reduce anxiety, and medical treatments that might ease both anxiety and the intensity of her visions.

Her biggest danger is not the pain of anxiety, but that her fear will drive her to give up doing what matters and stop her from being a good mother and wife. The fear scares her, but it’s her fear of that fear that drives her to drink, and that’s where you need to start.

STATEMENT:
Prepare a statement that gives her positives alternative and encourages choice, not compliance. “You’re a strong woman and great mother, and I’m sorry that you’re tortured by fearful thoughts, but I’m more worried about the way your efforts to avoid those thoughts are interfering with your life. Instead of figuring out whether there’s a treatment worth trying, you’re panicking and using alcohol for relief. I know for a fact that alcohol makes anxiety symptoms worse, while it also undermines your ability to make tough decisions about treatment. You’re good at decisions. Don’t let fear make them for you.”

My daughter likes to bring her young son to our house on weekends (she’s a single mom) so he can see his grandparents and she can relax. Of course, my wife and I love to see him, but he’s getting to the age where he can walk and likes to grab everything he can get his hands on, and she doesn’t seem to notice. He’s knocked books off of shelves, broken some plates, and I recently wrenched my bottle of Lipitor out of his hands just as he was getting the lid off. I’ve told my daughter that she needs to watch him more closely, and she assures me she has a mother’s intuition and always stops him before he does anything wrong. She’s wrong, and my wife and I are too old to keep up with him. My goal is to get through to her, and protect our grandson, without getting her pissed off.

Forgive me for saying so, but I’m guessing your daughter’s obliviousness isn’t new. That and a lack of condoms is probably one of the main reasons she’s become a single mother.

If you’ve been wrestling with her obliviousness for years, now is the time to stop. She’s been your daughter a long time, and if you (and having a kid!) haven’t gotten through to her by now, it’s time to raise the white flag.

It’s sad and scary to admit that her obliviousness is not going to go away and will always force you to bear an extra burden of parental worry, but if you don’t accept this fact, you’ll clash, drive her away, and reduce your chance to make things safer and hang out with your grandchildren, even after they can control their limbs.

Your goal then isn’t to get through to her, but to do what you can to improve your grandson’s safety. Do what you can afford, be it toddler-proofing your house or hiring a teen babysitter/child-chaser who can walk around for hours bent over at 90 degrees.

For your sake, hide your worry and resentment. If your negative feelings show, she’ll feel you don’t trust her (which you don’t) and then avoid you. With luck, however (and given her track record), she’ll be too oblivious to notice how you feel.

Expect problems and look for dangers, while at the same time conveying pleasure and confidence. Behind closed doors, you can share your fear and resentment with your wife, but in front of your daughter, keep a poker face.

In the long run, maybe you can teach your grandson to watch out for himself, but resist the urge to follow him with nanny cams. The hardest thing you need to do, after you’ve done what’s reasonable, is let it be. Enjoy being grandparents and lock up your Lipitor.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement to keep your fears in check. “We did a reasonable job teaching our daughter about safety and responsibility (as did others), but she just doesn’t get it. Now we watch out for her and our grandson, when we get a chance. Our biggest achievement, however, is not solving the problem, because we can’t. It’s bearing our worries, keeping quiet about them, and not letting them spoil our relationship with her or our ability to get on with life.”

I’ve worked hard at managing my temper—I can’t help it, I can always find something to be mad about, even when my family is behaving perfectly—and I’ve become really good at not snapping at my husband and kids. The kids are great, but my husband doesn’t seem to give me credit for how much better I’ve gotten, and he hasn’t gotten any nicer himself. He still treats me all defensively, as if I’m Godzillette, and it’s starting to get me mad. My goal is to get some credit for the progress I’ve made and achieve more marital peace.

If you want credit, here you go; One million space bucks worth of reward for your good deeds and strong effort. Now go in marital peace.

While you deserve marital credit from your husband, too, making it a goal to get what’s fair from anyone, especially a spouse, is usually a bad idea.

The search for justice, marital or otherwise, leads to your telling your spouse why it would be fair for him to be more appreciative, and then he explains to you how he’s been very, very appreciative and you haven’t been appreciative of his efforts, and you’ll wish you never started.

Then perhaps you two go to a marriage counselor who tries to make you both feel appreciated, which feels much better . . . during the treatment session and for a short time thereafter.

Once things go back to normal, which they inevitably do, you’re both more disappointed and resentful because, after you’ve invested all this time and money in treatment, you both still feel unappreciated, and now you’ve blown all your entertainment money on therapy and you’re stuck in the house together even more.

So, as much as you might wish and deserve for him to appreciate your new temper-control muscles, (and as much as it would serve his interests as well), it’s dangerous to make it your goal. Your goal is to accept the fact that, for some reason that has little to do with you, he doesn’t notice your efforts and/or is too negative to be appreciative. And they say opposites attract.

Come to think of it, you probably have some reason to believe that that’s the way he is. It’s not a matter of his loving you more or less; it may be depression, or being overwhelmed by other things, or he’s color blind and you’re explaining red.

You’re aware of your temper, and kudos for that. Your husband, however, is not aware of his negativity, and trying to get him to see the light will do the opposite. You do the work, he doesn’t, but that doesn’t mean you’re doomed.

Assuming he’s still a good partner, ask yourself how to make the best of things. Your main job is to give yourself credit and lower your expectations for his judgment and appreciation.

Keep up the good fight, which is the fight to keep your temper from getting the best of you. Give up the bad fight, which is the one for a deserved pat on the back.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement to counteract the inner protest to the life fairness referee. “I’m proud of how well I’ve been managing my temper, and I’m even prouder since I realized that I’ve been tolerating my husband’s infuriating inability to understand what gets me mad and give me credit for dealing with it constructively 99% of the time. We’d both be a lot happier if he wasn’t so dense; but he is, and I deal with it amazingly well.”

I’m really not a good friend, because I don’t like to call people regularly or bring them food when they’re sick, and I think it’s because I’ve never been able to grieve my father’s death. He was a warm, kind person who drove me crazy by wanting to know why I was unhappy and telling me what I should do, and I couldn’t stop fighting with him and then he died before we could make up. Now, I’ve got some good people in my life whom I’ve known for years, but I don’t have the kind of closeness with them my dad could create with a stranger. My goal, if I could do it, would be to get over my father’s death and become a better friend.

It’s hard to have a father who lives up to your values better than you do, but it’s a mistake to try to fit into his shoes when they’re just the wrong size.

Yes, it’s possible that grief has blocked your ability to be a better friend and that psychotherapy could release your potential. If you’ve had a good try at psychotherapy before, however, a connection between grief and your friendship deficit is less likely. Aside from the fact grief and friendship share a few letters, the connection isn’t immediately clear.

The bad news then is that, unlike your father, you’re a more guarded person, which likely won’t change. The good news is that you haven’t failed to live up to your father; you’re simply a different person, and not necessarily a worse one.

Being a little warmth-deprived does not need to stop you from being a good guy and a good friend. You just have to work harder, which is hard to do if you blame yourself for poor friendship performance, which makes you more isolated and less energetic, which makes you withdrawn, which makes you more self-critical, and around it goes. Self-blame and shame are probably your biggest obstacles to being a better friend.

Once you give up believing that your basic approach to friendship can, and should, change, and accept the fact that you’re not like your father, then you’re free to examine the obstacles to your being as good a friend as you can be, given your own style and personality.

The problem may be one of distraction, disorganization, or not being able to keep track of non-crisis priorities. If you examine what interferes with your friendship-homework, you’ll probably find some ways to be a better friend. Even if you aren’t just like you’re dad, your efforts honor his legacy.

STATEMENT:
Meanwhile, you need a statement to fight the paralysis of self-blame. “My loneliness is not a result of, or punishment for, my inability to live up to my father’s friendship achievements; it’s just a fact of life that happens sometimes for someone with my personality. I honor his values by trying to be the best friend I can be with the personality I’ve got, and I talk to him, in my mind, with respect and gratitude and without reason for guilt.”

My biggest frustration on a daily basis is having someone ask me a question and then either get angry in response to the answer or the fact that a decision has already been made and then ignore the answer they asked for. My wife will ask “do you mind if I do/go/be “x,” and if I answer “yes I mind” then she’s angry and usually proceeds with what she’d already scheduled anyway. Just today my sister asked if the coffee I was holding was warm enough. I said yes, and she then proceeded to take the cup from my hand and run to the microwave with it. OK, so maybe her intentions were good…but why the hell did she ask me, when my answer didn’t matter? Because this seems to happen to me ALL the time, by MANY different people, I’m getting to the point that I don’t even want to be around other people. Should I just shut up and quit even answering questions, or start answering with what I know they want to hear? Giving honest answers is clearly NOT working for me. Can you shed some light on what I’m doing wrong here? And more importantly, what do I do about it?

Nobody likes to feel ignored—at least by people we like and particularly by the ones we love—but some people are particularly sensitive to it.

They feel it as a kind of peace-destroying personal injury that injects them with a festering dislike of their fellow human beings. This leads to a desire to learn wilderness skills or get a solo gig on a space station.

You’re the kind of person whom being ignored gets to, and if I asked you to change, you couldn’t help but ignore my request, even if you tried not to.

Unfortunately, as you’ve noticed, people ignore one another all the time because that’s the way they are. They ask your opinion when what they really want is your OK, they ask how you’re doing when they really want nothing more than to avoid enmity, and they don’t actually care if you drive safe.

Some people who ignore you are, nevertheless, nice and reasonably respectful when they aren’t tired, distracted or irritable. If you’re lucky, and that’s whom you’ve got in your family, then you don’t want to fight over an irritation you can’t possibly change. Even if you’re rich and powerful or order a third-world wife, your family will always, eventually, tend to treat you like chopped liver.

Trying to eliminate the irritation of being ignored usually makes things worse, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Make a fuss, and they’ll consider you a temperamental grump or autocrat. You’ll get more irritated and feel less respected, they’ll see it as your problem, and everything will get worse.

So don’t make it your goal, like the late, great Rodney Dangerfield, to get respect. The only way to avoid feeling disrespect is to become mean, insanely rich, and/or live in total quarantine from the human race.

Instead, make it your goal to do and be a person you can respect. If you’re not getting respect when you feel it’s deserved, do your best to, you guessed it, ignore it.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement for motivating yourself to eat the shit of feeling ignored and proclaim its tastiness when necessary. “I’ll never like being ignored, but I know when it’s an unavoidable part of a worthwhile relationship, so I’m proud of the way I tolerate it when I have to.”

I’m a pretty miserable person sometimes because I get mired in regret. For example, my biggest hang-up to this day is the “traditional” college experience (good friends, staying up all night studying or watching movies with members of the opposite sex, getting top-/transformative academic experiences). I graduated college three years ago and still wonder why things hadn’t gone, well, my way. Whining and pining over past/imaginary circumstances keeps me focused on my own perceived setbacks and flaws instead of moving forward. How do I stop sighing and lamenting, and start valuing and appreciating what I do have? Also, how can I identify what I really want to do in life? Should I learn to be content with doing something, anything, rather than searching for that something? I’m sure I must possess some innate fear of something, as implicit in this message.

Some people tend to ruminate about the contenders they could have been, just as some dogs tend to chase their tails. If your goal is to be happy—which is never a good goal in the first place—stop now, because, like those determined dogs, your tail will always remain out of reach.

Unfortunately, like many people, you’re not the happy type. Of course I don’t mean that you can’t be happy—bring a chocolate cake out after dinner, and everybody’s ecstatic—but anyone who obsesses as much about the difference between what was and what might have been is always going to have a shitload of unhappiness on his plate, which will cause more rumination about what a bad state of mind that is, in infinite regression.

Begin then by accepting the fact that, as a person, you’re a happiness-impaired ruminator. Unlike most shrinks, I don’t want you to ask yourself why you’re a ruminator, not just because I don’t care, but because I don’t think it’s good for you. Figuring out why will ignite yet more rumination and delay the day when you decide you just have to ignore yourself.

Now that you know you ruminate excessively, try to block off the ruminative chatter in your head and prevent it from influencing your actions. In other words, instead of sitting and thinking and fretting, keep doing.

If that seems easier said than done, therapy is an option. Good therapy will help you ignore your ruminations, focus on the here-and-now of your life, and keep moving (or they’ll gain on you). On the other hand, bad therapy will help you ruminate about why you ruminate and keep you so firmly ensconced in your navel you’ll forget what daylight looks like.

Yes, it can be helpful to identify the shortcomings or weaknesses that prevented you from being a college all-star, but the point in knowing your shortcomings is to do the best with them. If college was a bust, then fuck it, and thank goodness you don’t have to stay in college; there’s a world out there where your strengths may serve you well.

So, once you accept that you over-think/under-enjoy, stop over-analyzing your past and start focusing on making a living and creating a social life. It’s not easy, and you might not end up happy, but at least you’ll stop spinning in circles and start moving in a straight line.

STATEMENT:
Meanwhile, here’s a positive way of thinking of college that will protect you from ruminative “might-have-beens.” “I’ve always had ideals and dreams about the college guy I wish I could have been, and the tough side of those perfect superhero dreams is feeling how often and in how many ways I fell short. I did my best and, despite having had no great social or academic triumphs, I learned enough to get my money’s worth and was a decent guy (to whatever dweebs wanted to be my friend). I believe life can get better if I find my niche; meanwhile, I’m proud of what I did with what I had.”

My parents have decided to retire, sell the big house I grew up in and move into a smaller condo closer to my sister and me. The move makes sense—my sister and I are adults with our own families—but it’s brought up a sort of taboo issue for my parents, which is my mother’s attachment to stuff. She’s not a hoarder, but if my dad wasn’t around to put his foot down, I sometimes worry it could be, because my mother has trouble throwing anything away. She says that moving all the time as a child has given her a different appreciation of objects, and that it’s better to regret having too much stuff than to miss something you threw away and can’t get back. Problem is, there’s no room for this stuff in the new condo, they won’t have the budget for storage, and my sister and I aren’t able to put all of her old work files, souvenir spoons, and elementary school textbooks (seriously) in our basements. What I’m afraid will happen is that my father, who has always taken responsibility for managing their money, will try to get my mother to agree that they can’t afford to move and store her stuff when they move, she’ll keep complaining, and he’ll get nasty. How can we get my mother to learn to let go?

I know you and your father want to make your mother happy and have harmony, but it looks like she’s not eager to adapt a sparse, Zen lifestyle.

The problem is, trying to make someone happy when it’s just not possible usually causes more unhappiness. False hope is dangerous, no good deed goes unpunished, and stuff happens (sometimes in great quantities).

There’s no way you can spare your mother the pang of parting from her horde. Trying to do so, while well intentioned, makes your father assume responsibility for her pain and its relief. In reality, life imposes the problem, not your father or any other member of your family, and it’s your mother’s job to deal with it, because no one else can.

Ask yourself (and your father) why he takes responsibility for a problem that isn’t really his. By managing the budget, carrying out spending decisions, and insisting on making your mother happy, he assumes total responsibility, infantilizes her, and garners himself a shitload of blame.

Tell him to accept that, while he might have failed as family manager/mom’s #1 cheerleader, he can succeed in not being responsible for any unhappiness caused by the stuff-alanche.

Seriously, you can tell him he’s done a wonderful job managing the household and your mother’s angst, but there are limits to what he can do, and that he’ll do better if he presents the situation to your mother and invites her to come up with a better solution.

In other words, instead of your father telling your mother it all has to go and your mother saying she can’t bear to part with any of it until the whole dispute becomes a clusterfuck, your father should instead do some math.

After he prices storage, figures out their fixed income budget, and sees that the two don’t mix, he can present that evidence to mom, explain how he can’t make it work, and give her the chance to find a solution.

At that point, the future of mom’s stuff collection is nobody’s fault. Hopefully, she’ll find an option that works for her, but in the meantime, you, your father, and your sister have avoided a stuff-load of aggravation.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a positive statement your dad could make to protect the family from blame while requiring his wife to share responsibility for a painful but necessary decision. “I’m glad we’ve been able to retain our family memorabilia until now, but I’ve looked at the cost of moving and storage, given that our new condo has no basement, and it doesn’t fit our budget. Please review the numbers and see if you can come up with a better answer and we’ll talk about it. One way or the other, it looks like we’re facing a painful compromise.”

I don’t know why my 10-year-old kid is so selfish and materialistic, because her mother and I aren’t. I can’t take her past a toy store without her having a tantrum if I don’t get her what she wants, and by tantrum, I mean she just keeps yelling and crying, even after I’ve dragged her out of the store and put her in the car. It’s not like we deprive her, either, because we do buy her toys occasionally for no reason, but she’s furious when she can’t get them on demand, which is all the time. She sees a shrink because she throws tantrums in school whenever the teacher wants her to stop doing what she’s doing and start something else. I’m afraid she’s spoiled and I don’t know how to undo the harm.

If the main cause of tantrums and other bad behavior in children was poor moral values like selfishness and materialism, then we’d know how to correct it by teaching better values, as forcefully and loudly as necessary.

All we’d need to rectify bad behavior is a Sunday school nun with a metal ruler.

You’ve got evidence, however, that whatever triggers your daughter’s tantrums is not simply a matter of her being spoiled, because she also has tantrums in school over the non-materialistic issue of being asked to stop what she’s doing and transition from one activity to another, sans toys of any kind.

What you’ve got here isn’t a bad set of values, but a problem in her nervous system that you don’t know how to correct. It’s understandable that you’d focus on the toys instead; you’d rather blame her and yourselves rather than face something you can’t control.

Once you face the sad fact that you’re helpless (but good) parents, you’re free to consider ways to help an unavoidably irritable kid improve her self-control.

At first, of course, try behavioral tricks you learn from teachers and therapists, because they’re less risky than medications. You learn to give her more “structure,” which means keeping her busy, providing her with clear rules, and imposing immediate time-outs when she starts to tantrum. It also means avoiding toy stores.

Therapy seldom helps if it focuses on your faults, but can be very helpful if it teaches you new child management techniques, and protects you from feeling responsible for your child’s (bad) behavior.

If non-medical treatment isn’t enough, and you think her behavior is seriously interfering with her schoolwork, friendship, and self-esteem, find out whether medications are safe enough to be worth a try.

As I’ve said many times, meds are never a cure, they sometimes don’t work, and they can often come with less-than-desirable side-effects. They’re worth a try, however, if you think the risk of her behavior is worse than the risk of the medication.

You and your daughter are in this together, and you have a lot of options for ways to manage and cope. One day, she might have a peaceful relationship with the toy store, but in the meantime, do your research, stay calm, and avoid women in habits.

STATEMENT:
Prepare a way to announce your new policy that conveys acceptance and hope. “I know that seeing new toys gives you very strong feelings that make it hard to walk away without them. We’ll help you by staying away from toy stores until you’re old enough and strong enough to manage those feelings. If you get those feelings anyway, we’ll try to find you a quiet place where you can be alone until you no longer want to scream or hit people. You’re not the only kid who’s had this problem, and we’ll get through it until you grow out of it.”

My son’s a good kid, very smart, and he does pretty well in school, although they’ve diagnosed him as having attention deficit disorder. Anyway, he’s so busy I rarely get to see him, so I thought we should spend more time together, and I made a deal that I’d give him some extra money for video games if he’d put aside some time for the two of us, and he agreed very willingly, but then he kept on forgetting about our scheduled times and blowing me off. Now, I feel I can’t give him the money without giving him the message that it’s OK to be irresponsible and disrespectful. Frankly, I’m hurt. My goal is to get him to be a good kid.

People often assume that hurtful actions by others are a personal affront. In fact, often when people get shat on, it’s totally thoughtless—they’ve been blown off because everything gets blown off, and nobody’s special. Feel better?

In terms of ending that behavior, however, you’ve got a bad plan; by putting a personal, moral spin on accidental fuckups, you’re making it harder, not easier, to make them better.

Yes, telling the kid you’re offended and he’s let you down will catch his attention and make him think twice before blowing you off again. The reason you’re writing, however, is that thinking twice wasn’t enough (although he’s probably too ADD and “in the moment” to do much thinking at all).

Now that you’ve given your warning in vain, you’re more hurt and reacting to his behavior as an insult and/or deliberate stubbornness. In turn, your efforts to get together are pushing you apart.

I’m not sure why you had to offer him a reward to spend time together—I should think that finding something pleasant to do together would be reward enough—but let’s go with what we’ve got.

Your goal now is to help him get that reward—and the good feeling that goes with keeping his commitments and having a good time with you—in spite of the distractive influences of his social life and ADD.

Remember, it’s your job to help him manage his ADD and not got caught up in reacting to it, and ADD often prompts a mixed reaction from friends and family. It often gives people attractive spontaneity and “in the moment” energy while blocking them from following-through, so they accumulate a circle of disappointed ex-friends about whom they feel guilty, which makes them more avoidant, worsens the problem, and widens the circle.

Don’t try to reform him from being a selfish kid who doesn’t care about his dad, because that’s not the kid you’ve got. Swallow your hurt and abandon the need to seek amends.

He’s probably a good kid who loves his dad but isn’t good at managing his schedule, just like you’re a good dad who loves his kid but isn’t good at not taking his ADD personally.

STATEMENT:
“It’s good that you’re busy, but now we’ve got to work harder to make sure we get time together. I’ll help you plan ahead, we’ll set up a system of reminders, and I’ll devise incentives for remembering. Sooner or later, my person will talk to your person and we’ll figure out a way to make it happen.”

I don’t hate my sister, but we have this odd relationship where we have a fight about once a year (my kids tease me about it). We live pretty close to each other, but we’re both busy and maybe a little disorganized, so we don’t call each other that much; but whenever I give her a call, she says she wants to get together and then does nothing, so I get pissed off and stop calling, until she feels bent out of shape by the fact I haven’t called, and then a holiday rolls around and that gives her the excuse to let me have it. My goal is for us to have a better relationship.

You can’t have a better relationship with your sister if you keep on doing things the natural way and rely on her to be active and organized in a way she never is or was.

The only way to have that relationship is to have another sister, and your parents are probably a little too old for that.

Also, like the father above, you can’t have a better relationship if you’re going to take her unresponsiveness personally and feel hurt by it. You both are who you are, and yearly blow-ups won’t change anything but your kids’ annual jokes.

Yes, it’s normal to feel hurt when someone doesn’t follow through on a plan to get together; but you’ve known her a long time and have good reason to think that she cares (especially if you have an annual make-up).

As such, your hurt feelings are a reflex that will make things worse if you let yourself express them, either actively or passively (if you stop calling/hang up on her). The ADD father would reward his son fruitlessly, and you’re punishing your sister in the same manner. Ultimately, you both end up punished, and the only result is a new round of punch-lines from your kids.

Assume she’s disorganized and that you need to do more than hint if you want to get together. It’s annoying that you have to do more of the work, but it’s better than the alternative (less of the work, none of your sister).

If you put in the extra effort and it doesn’t work, the knowledge that you’ve done your best can help you avoid a fight in case she accuses you once more. Still, you need to edit out your hurt and retribution.

An occasional-albeit-peaceful relationship is better than no relationship, and family is important, even when they’re unwillingly ignoring or willingly mocking you.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement to keep your efforts positive and safely protected from the vicious circle of hurt. “I value our relationship and wish we saw more of one another. I’ve tried to arrange get-togethers, but they don’t happen easily because your life is busy and it’s hard to juggle priorities. Whatever the problem, I know you love me and we’ll get together whenever it’s possible, and no one is at fault. Maybe it will get easier when we get older.”

I hate life. What is the most reliable and painless way to commit suicide?

You hate life, and I hate the kind of dangerous, self-lacerating whining that makes a painful life seem meaningless, when it isn’t.

Hating life is an understandable feeling, whether the problem is a hateful life or your own, reflexive intolerance of life’s general hatefulness. There’s no doubt that life is sometimes hateful, some people’s lives are more hateful than most, and some good people are more sensitive to its hatefulness.

There’s more than enough hate to go around, and you can’t help how you feel.

Any time you let hateful feelings shape your goals, however, you’ll make life more hateful (after a brief burst of genuine satisfaction) and destroy what’s left of your self-esteem.

Yes, taking your hate out on yourself may give you the satisfaction of protesting life’s unfairness and heaping guilt and contempt on your so-called friends. What it also does, if you think about it or survive to see what happens next, is define your life as a reaction to your hurts and the people you value least. It both fuels and destroys, hateful little fucker that it is.

What you really want (and what your survivors will try to do) is to remember the times you did better things and followed your own values. It’s not as exhilarating as being a nihilist, but exhilaration is, by its nature, short-lived. You shouldn’t be.

During its short run, hate is a lot more attractive and satisfying than reminding yourself about what you stand for and thinking about values and consequences. That’s why you need to work on building a philosophy and preparing for hate before it arrives, instead of boarding the hate train and then finding the will to get off.

You can do that by going to the right church or temple (one that doesn’t waste too much time on holy this or ecstatic that), hanging out or reading about people who’ve made the same journey, or getting the right kind of therapy. DBT (dialectic behavioral therapy), which borrows heavily from Jewish, Christian, Buddhist and 12-step ideas about living with anger, can be particularly helpful.

Therapy or no, you can find ways to keep your hate (and my hate for your hate) under control.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement for taking pride in good hate management. “I know what it’s like to hate life, but I won’t let myself forget what I value about life and my own ability to make it better. I can’t escape hate; but I will make myself strong enough to protect myself from its destructiveness and use its energy for my own goals.”

I feel like it’s finally time to confront a serious problem I’ve had for years; when I drive, I become filled with rage. My mother was the same way, and it was scary. She was never violent and neither am I, but the amount of anger I feel can’t be healthy, and I don’t want my daughter to do the same thing. I want to feel less furious.

I hope you’re not expecting therapy, a pill, or some Tibetan meditative experience to take away your anger, because it probably won’t.

Whatever causes anger—mommy’s genes, bullying by your older brother, or one rotation too many around a Boston-style rotary—it’s usually yours for life by the time you’re old enough to write me a letter.

Sure, psychotherapy may help, but my rule of therapy thumb is, if it hasn’t helped in a few months, move on. Therapy just isn’t that powerful (not even in my Harvard hands), and sticking with it when you’ve got anger to control delays your acceptance of the red-hazed reality you need to start managing.

What I’m really advocating isn’t to give up on therapy, but to give up on the idea that it will make you feel better by taking your anger away. Instead, use therapy (like DBT, see above) to help you manage anger.

I know you’ve probably seen kung fu monks master their anger by thinking pacifist thoughts while smashing bricks, and maybe you think channeling your rage into big muscles and loud thuds will improve your control while intimidating your tormentors into not cutting you off you in the first place.

Wrong, young grasshopper. The only reason martial monks don’t get sued for everything they own by everyone they lay a finger on is that they’re monks and own nothing. For the rest of us, the slightest adult physical altercation, combined with martial training, is as bad as a car-crash without insurance or witnesses: an endless goldmine for lawyers (and shrinks) at your expense.

So now that you’ve abandoned all hope of ever getting rid of your anger, you’re ready to improve your ability to manage it. Instead of tailgating those who dare offend your road-warrior sensibilities, learn to shut up and back off until you have a chance to think and decide whether a battle is worth fighting (almost never) and, if so, how to do it most effectively (by never appearing angry).

Feeling angry is unhealthy because it raises your blood pressure, but expressing it is even more unhealthy because it causes you endless misery that raises your blood pressure higher for longer.

You can’t control the former, but you can learn to get a handle on the latter (even if you can’t break a brick with your fist).

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement for taking pride in frustrated rage. “I hate the way other drivers ignore the road rules, put my life in danger, and never get punished. Teaching them a lesson would make them think twice about driving like assholes. My goal in driving, however, is to get from one place to another as safely as possible, without being endangered or diverted by people whom I least respect. I’m proud of my ability to eat my anger and never, ever fight.”

‘Til then, enjoy the long weekend, and we look forward to hearing from you about how, even in this great country, your lives suck.
-Dr. Lastname