Ok, so there was another blow-up at the Bex's household last night...
(thanks to Tink for letting Itchy spend the night, cause he was not there to listen to the fight; poor Pooh, tho...)
And thankfully I have a sister who lives only a mile away... because immediately after the explosion I decided to act like a man and leave... so I left the house and for a second when I was standing on the porch I had the thought "now what? where do I go?" and rest assured by the time i got to my car, I knew I was headed to my sista's!
[although, as a mom, i actually had a tinge of guilt for leaving Pooh with his Dad, something I don't usually do after a fight... Sorry Pooh!]
And, I am sorry to Brian, because everytime this happens with the Pot-Stirrer and I; I go to Zaad... and Brian is there... and unfortunately for him, he has to bear with my ranting and give us (Zaad and I) time for the Bitch Fest that ensues...
But, back to my title... I feels really good to know that I am right this time. It is not often, I admit, that I can admit that I am wrong; but, when I know I am right ... I know it! And, this time, I know it! I won't bore you with the details, but... there is a serious "Lack of Communication" problem. And it is not on my part. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I communicate. Maybe too much... but that is how i get through life. The pot-stirrer actually said "I was waiting for you to figure it out and to fix it"... and said it in a manner like he was right for testing me; like it is ok to withhold important emotions, or facts, just to see if the significant other can figure it out... And then get really mad when the other person doesn't figure it out... Cause guess what...
WE ARE NOT MIND READERS. I HAVE NEVER CLAIMED TO HAVE THE ABILITY TO SEE INTO ONE'S SOUL AND KNOW WHAT IS BOTHERING THEM...
There is such a calm about me now... (not last night, Zaad witnessed the shaking hands of anger) but I know inside me that I will not tolerate being tested. [Shit, like i am not tested enough? child with ADHD, law school, toddler... I am tested enough] I will NOT be tested by my own husband. That is not how TEAMWORK is done. Teamwork is done with cooperation, communication, and a willingness to want to work together NOT as adversaries.
Oh, to be right. It is such a pleasing, calming feeling.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
To be RIGHT... (bex)
Posted by Bex at 6:59 AM
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
By doing what he did, in my opinion it was almost as if he was looking for a fight. I agree if something is bothering you, speak your mind. Withholding anything in a relationship is just plain toxic. (Hugs)Indigo
I agree with Indigo, as usual, lol. For some reason, the pot stirrer feels the need to fight sometimes. I don't know why, but honestly, I can actually relate to this weird feeling. I hate it, as I am sure he does.
But on another note, not only did I witness handshaking anger, I, in fact, witnessed the whole damn conversation completely acted out with hand gestures. Oh to see my sister talk is like watching a very amusing hand puppet show.
Post a Comment