Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Letting go and moving on

So you can probably guess from the title of this entry, we didn't really hash out our last issue. So how the heck do you move on instead of harboring ill feelings? Certainly there are times where I would like to go for a long walk in the middle of the night with all my belongings while I leave the gas on the stove on after blowing out the pilot light, but that would be illegal (I'm certain there are other reasons as well not to do this, however they escape me right now.) It has been witnessed by others (both friends and family) that occasionally George gets in a mood where to call him a @#$hole is being nice. He then realizes he's been a prick to me and then spends several weeks attempting to make up for his wrong doing. I'm a big believer in not doing stupid stuff to have to apologize for, however not everyone (including the man I married) abides by the same creed.
Take a good look at your relationship, you'll notice there is a peacekeeper and a fighter. If you haven't already assessed this, it's simple to do. Who does most of the apologizing? Who does most of the sacrificing? Please don't use this as an opportunity to create a list that will push you over the edge and set the house on fire with your spouse still in it. This may be a little painful, may make you angry, all that is acceptable, just don't act on that anger. Certainly if you are the peacekeeper, you have been the glue in your relationship and at times you feel unappreciated and are worn out from your role in the relationship. The fighter has pushed some buttons that have left you bleeding like an open wound. Only you can determine if there is anything left worth saving, if you are married, you owe it to yourself and your spouse to give everything a try.
So now that you've discovered you are the glue in the relationship, or you're the fighter, what are you going to do now. If you realize marriage is not 50/50, it's 100% on both halves. If you strive to only get a 50% on a test, guess what, you've failed. When you love like it's never gonna hurt, you place yourself in a vulnerable position. We approach our relationships with others with resistance. Each act we perform for them is based on how they've treated us, what's been reciprocated to us, and the old 1980-something anthem of most of us "what have you done for me lately." We never think about loving others on credit. Christians are required to for others as unto Christ. This means you care for others because of God, not because they deserve it. Yet recently I have heard more "so called" Christians complain about what they have done for others and how it has not been reciprocated, as to be waiting on people to bless them instead of God (but that's a whole other tangent). The best way to receive love is simply to be a loving person. So what became of our failed date night, nothing. It was never discussed, I never received closure or an explanation. Love doesn't need any of that, it just is. Either you're going to give it or not. Try remaining silent sometimes, and see where that gets you. The fighter has no fight without an opponent. If you're the fighter, stop being selfish and think of your spouse, if your the peacekeeper do your job and maintain peace without becoming the fighter's opponent. Life is too short to spend angry all the time. Your health could be impacted negatively from such stress. Don't let anything cause you to have a heart attack, take control of your own happiness and let go of all the drama.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Broken windmills and stolen suckers

What happens when you are no longer "in love?" If all married folks would keep it real, we fall in and out of love on a daily basis. No one mentions that at some point the butterflies are gone and dead, the conversations are dry and short, and the person you once had on a pedestal has fallen from grace and landed among the common folk. I will keep it real for you then, if no one else has. Being married sucks!!! There, I said it! I love George more than I can imagine, and just when I think I couldn't love him anymore than I do, we wake up another day and I love him more, but dang it I loved being single! We all want what we can't have, but when you are really doing marriage right, it's a lot of work and sacrifice. As a stubborn independent person, I now have to back down at times and let my husband take the lead, even if that means leading us in the wrong direction. I have had to learn to speak to him in a way that he doesn't hear nagging, but kindness and concern. I am a very direct person, if I say the sky is blue, it's not code for how does my new hair cut look or do these jeans make my butt look great, I really mean the sky is blue. I find myself having to learn a different language so that my husband understands me, and I understand him. Some days, we are unwilling to make the necessary sacrifices to put each others needs as a high priority. For example, I had planned a date night, and I talked about it all week. I was soooo excited. I did my hair, I picked the perfect outfit and accessories, I found somewhere for Dorian to go, I was ready. George hates going out. He doesn't like the movies, he hates eating at restaurants, it's like pulling teeth whenever we go somewhere. As a result I usually end up taking my best friend Shayla out instead of him. I gave him a week to get ready. The day arrives, and he cancels over $3 in gas. I couldn't have felt worst if I were a 3 year old with a broken windmill and stolen sucker. What he really was upset over was I had used his juice to make some punch the week before. He asked me to replace the juice and I couldn't find it, so I bought four different types of juices for him, three of which he doesn't drink. In the 7 years we've been together, he's always done the shopping. He only buys what's on sale, and I never noticed he didn't buy these three types of juice. He was too upset and selfish to discuss it with me, and I was too hurt to care why he was acting the way he was, after all, he knew how much date night meant to me. Refusing to be stood up for senior prom again (another story for a later blog entry), I called Shayla, got dressed and drug myself out the house. He made a pitiful attempt to call me, but still upset over his juice, he was in no mindset to discuss anything for real. Now upset myself, I refuse to hear anything other than I'm sorry, and on my way to meet you. Our date never happened, and still no apology, so how did we move on? Did we move on?


.... to be continued.