This morning,at 130 in the morning of course, CDub and I had one of THOSE conversations.
You know, those really important conversations that you have with your mate when both of you are beyond frustrated with each other and you are just unable to go another second without almost cursing each other out?
Yeah. We had one of those.
I admit that in the last 8 years of our marriage, I’ve done a lot of growing. A lot. You see, the old, younger version of myself would have happily have cursed him out and rolled over all of his objections and thoughts and bended him to my will.
But I’ve matured.
Unfortunately, he has too. So he’s not so bendable anymore. CDub actually has the patience of a saint. He will take it and take it and take it and then…..he blows!!!
And i know this,and I take advantage of it I’m sure.
All of this to say that last night, at 130 in the morning, we had our talk.
And I think for the first time in our marriage, it was a mature talk where we both talked and we both HEARD what the other had to say.
I think because CDub didn’t grow up seeing a stable continuous, it doesn’t always work but we make it work marriage, that he is easily frustrated and defeated when things don’t go the way they should. Or when I don’t agree. But since I come from that stock, it doesn’t faze me really when we agree or disagree or come to an impasse. Because that’s marriage. You come to a problem, work through it and move on.
Now, I had to arrive at this place by fire. As anyone who has been reading my blog for a long while knows.
But it’s a happy place. Strange but happy. You see, I’m not afraid of the fire. And I think that finally, after 8 looooong years, he isn’t either.