So, since the computer ate my first post, I'm trying again. *sigh* It did the same thing as I was writing this - I ended up writing it twice. My entry for the Week 3 Prompt - Without You - follows. I hope you read, and I also hope I merit a vote when voting opens.
Without You – An Open Letter to My Husband
I won’t say it’s been an easy road – we’re both stubborn and share a German heritage; you with a bit of Irish thrown into the mix, me with that Austrian and Czech backbone. Anyone looking at us could easily tell that any road we walked on would be filled with curves, detours, potholes and the occasional steep cliff. Those looming cliffs! That’s when we trusted that we would be safely caught at the bottom – and so, we jumped. Did you catch me? Did I catch you? I know I tried, but I’m not sure if I succeeded in all the ways you needed.
I’ve wondered, as we’ve grown older together, if my parents had faced the same issues. Did they fight? Did they talk over, above and around each other, each person trying to get attention for their personal point of view? Or maybe they were calm; weighing the pros and cons of each other’s views, discussing problematic issues or family dramas. Lives shared isn’t a smooth road; problems seem to crop up with regularity. Discussion was probable with my parents – I don’t think I saw my father raise his voice in anger more than ten times through the years I lived with them. But I am also sure that many of the more difficult discussions were held back until after I was asleep, or they were held in a different part of the house.
Your parents, on the other hand … I can easily envision your father losing his temper. He certainly had one, and even if he didn’t exercise it often, it was a finely honed blade of chosen words with just the right tone of anger. Your Mother, as we both know, was a Saint, but even saints have their breaking points. After her stroke she grew more vocal with a strong voice expressing her personal views, objections, and praise. The intense and supportive work that you put in with her during her rehabilitation paid off in so many ways. I was shocked the first time I saw her talk back to your Dad; it was well deserved but knocked everyone for a loop. My mother-in-law was a mouse who grew into a lioness unafraid to roar.
To shift things back to us, we have our times. We can be perfect companions – working towards common goals quietly and with the knowledge that the other person is there to remedy anything left undone. We’ve been a team for … oh my! Can it really be 45 years this September? With all that practice, you would think we had our partnership down to an art. But we don’t. We still hold fast to individual ideas of how things should work and how things should operate at home and at work. There are many times when there’s not a meeting of the minds. We argue, we fight, we turn our backs on each other and sniff – we butt heads. Goat and Bull – it was rather inevitable.
But when I get so frustrated that I think about moving out, choosing a different life, starting over in my old age and living a life without the stress, I stop. I stop because there’s no one else I’d rather grow old with, and because without you, I’d be missing my other half. The air you exhale is the air I inhale; my crazy dreams need your ropes to pull me back to the ground. But you need my love of running alongside clifftop edges to interject some drama and excitement into your life. When we work together, we work very well indeed, when we don’t, it’s cataclysmic. But at the end of it all, I can’t imagine a life without you to share it with. Despite the challenges of our lives together, beneath it all and past everything that’s been said and unsaid, is the foundation we both stand on – love.
Without You – An Open Letter to My Husband
I won’t say it’s been an easy road – we’re both stubborn and share a German heritage; you with a bit of Irish thrown into the mix, me with that Austrian and Czech backbone. Anyone looking at us could easily tell that any road we walked on would be filled with curves, detours, potholes and the occasional steep cliff. Those looming cliffs! That’s when we trusted that we would be safely caught at the bottom – and so, we jumped. Did you catch me? Did I catch you? I know I tried, but I’m not sure if I succeeded in all the ways you needed.
I’ve wondered, as we’ve grown older together, if my parents had faced the same issues. Did they fight? Did they talk over, above and around each other, each person trying to get attention for their personal point of view? Or maybe they were calm; weighing the pros and cons of each other’s views, discussing problematic issues or family dramas. Lives shared isn’t a smooth road; problems seem to crop up with regularity. Discussion was probable with my parents – I don’t think I saw my father raise his voice in anger more than ten times through the years I lived with them. But I am also sure that many of the more difficult discussions were held back until after I was asleep, or they were held in a different part of the house.
Your parents, on the other hand … I can easily envision your father losing his temper. He certainly had one, and even if he didn’t exercise it often, it was a finely honed blade of chosen words with just the right tone of anger. Your Mother, as we both know, was a Saint, but even saints have their breaking points. After her stroke she grew more vocal with a strong voice expressing her personal views, objections, and praise. The intense and supportive work that you put in with her during her rehabilitation paid off in so many ways. I was shocked the first time I saw her talk back to your Dad; it was well deserved but knocked everyone for a loop. My mother-in-law was a mouse who grew into a lioness unafraid to roar.
To shift things back to us, we have our times. We can be perfect companions – working towards common goals quietly and with the knowledge that the other person is there to remedy anything left undone. We’ve been a team for … oh my! Can it really be 45 years this September? With all that practice, you would think we had our partnership down to an art. But we don’t. We still hold fast to individual ideas of how things should work and how things should operate at home and at work. There are many times when there’s not a meeting of the minds. We argue, we fight, we turn our backs on each other and sniff – we butt heads. Goat and Bull – it was rather inevitable.
But when I get so frustrated that I think about moving out, choosing a different life, starting over in my old age and living a life without the stress, I stop. I stop because there’s no one else I’d rather grow old with, and because without you, I’d be missing my other half. The air you exhale is the air I inhale; my crazy dreams need your ropes to pull me back to the ground. But you need my love of running alongside clifftop edges to interject some drama and excitement into your life. When we work together, we work very well indeed, when we don’t, it’s cataclysmic. But at the end of it all, I can’t imagine a life without you to share it with. Despite the challenges of our lives together, beneath it all and past everything that’s been said and unsaid, is the foundation we both stand on – love.
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https://therealljidol.dreamwidth.org/1147601.html
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Good job in describing how to make a marriage work!
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Many more to you.
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I know that isn't the praise one seeks... but it was my first thought. Jealously at having found someone and it surviving for so long while knowing how much a struggle that is and that you didn't stay for "reasons" but because you found that person.
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I'm glad you've found the drive to get past the rough spots, always with the same underlying love providing strength and fortitude.
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