Delay

I’ve been to China a few times before my husband and I married. Because we were such good friends before we dated, I asked him to watch my house and collect my mail while I was gone each time. Of course, he always did. He’s just the kind of guy pretty much everyone can depend on to help in any situation. So, off I flew!

This was back in the very early 2000’s, and I haven’t been overseas in a few years, but at that time there was a significant delay when you were on the phone from China to the USA. It was about a 2-second delay, actually. Two seconds isn’t a huge amount of time, but it’s enough to put a damper on the flow of natural conversation. Imagine that delay when I called my husband (remember, we hadn’t married yet and ——-

There’s a funny backstory I just have to interject here. So, Valentine’s Day was the first date my husband and I went on together. That’s February. It was obvious to both of us pretty early on that this was probably the relationship God had for us and that we were destined to marry someday. Well, right around May he got a little overwhelmed and nervous about how quickly our relationship had escalated, and he broke it off. I was heartbroken, but I didn’t let it show. I wanted his friendship, even as painful as that was. It’s now June, and I’m headed off to China with him watching my house…..as friends, of course.

Well, this friend called that friend from China to check in and see how things had been going while I was gone. Don’t forget that delay in the phone lines! I’m waiting the few seconds to hear his greeting. Great! He’s there! It’s a 12-hour time difference. I know for a fact that I’ve woken him up in the middle of the night. But we’re friends, so it’s ok. Teehee! He tells me, in and out of this delay, that he has held a dinner party with our mutual friends at my house, has been in every room in my house praying for me while I’ve been on this trip, and……….here’s the funny part……….how he’s decided that he doesn’t want to live the rest of his life without me! Delay……..delay……….while I remember to breathe, decide that the words are real, decipher whether or not he’s making a strange joke that I don’t understand……..delay……delay……….

Ok! So, I’m getting married! Oh, dear. What am I going to tell my mother? I just told her we weren’t seeing each other anymore. And how protective she is after my ugly divorce. Oh. And I’m in China, where she doesn’t want me to be in the first place. And I’M GETTING MARRIED!

Ok, that was a fun memory. A two-second delay on the phone is annoying but certainly not a conversation-killer, or worse, a relationship-killer. But what about those delays we choose to cause when we have some sort of disagreement or when our feelings get hurt and we hold our loved one at arm’s length, maybe even giving them the silent treatment? What about those times we decide to withhold sex?

I’ve been there. This is what would go on in my head, “If he loves me, he should know that I need….,” or, “Why does he always leave the date night planning for me? Doesn’t he care and want to spend quality time with me?” Even the littler issues, “I cooked this dinner after a long day and he doesn’t bother to say a word of thanks or even that it tastes good,” or, “He hasn’t said more than ten words to me since he’s gotten home and now he just expects me to perform in the bedroom after the stressful day I’ve had.” How about when we leave subtle hints around the house, like a magazine open to a certain page of something we are interested in? Or a book that deals with an issue your husband should be fixing in himself (hmmmm, is that really our job?)?

Of course, none of this actually gets said out loud in calm conversation. It gets bottled………and tamped………and stirred……………until one day…………it blows. “What about meeeeeee?” screams in my head. Suddenly, a two-second delay on the phone in China seems like an immediate response to the delay that’s been created in my marriage relationship. These are the times wrong thoughts can come into our minds, wrong relationships online or with coworkers can become something dangerous.

What if, instead of expecting our loved one to “just know” what we need or what we feel or what we think, we just sit down together calmly, maybe at the end of the day when the kids are in bed, maybe when the kids are in the tub (that’s my favorite time), and just talk calmly with each other about it? We can look at our spouse without the escalated emotions of these things piling up unspoken and just express our thoughts respectfully (uh oh. I’m probably stepping on some toes with that word). That means that we choose not to demean, name call, or yell at our spouse. We communicate with all the love we felt on our wedding day in our pretty dress with our hair coiffed perfectly and our friends and family watching our every move. Guess who else is watching how you deal with this now. Your kids. Your friends. Your family. What’s your testimony you’re leaving about who you are and how you treat others?

We’ve all watched “chick flicks” from time to time, right? I can’t stand them. They’re based on this convoluted idea of romance. Girl meets boy. They flirt. They play coy (not the fish, that’s koi). They start to date (and I use that term oh-so-very loosely – it’s much more that they simply get naked and bump uglies). Then, girl decides she’s going to be rude. She starts to figure out that there are better, more qualified fish (wait, maybe it was koi) in the sea. They break up. He’s dejected. She plays mind games. She manipulates him. She’s a rude, selfish, promiscuous jerk to him. THEN! Somehow, these writers decide he’s going to welcome her back with open arms, after she’s treated him like dirt. And, they live happily ever after. It’s no wonder there are so many failed relationships!

We CANNOT behave like we are in the movies. Not communicating and expecting our spouses to understand our subtle hints about what we want is nothing more than manipulation. In the Bible, there was a woman named Jezebel, who used her womanly charm to manipulate and get everything she wanted out of her man. He was the powerful king Ahab who justly ruled the Jews, until she came along and messed with his head, disregarding the humanity of those he ruled. She made a huge mess of things. And we can too when we mess with people’s heads this way! Personally, I’d rather not be known as someone who manipulates anyone, much less my husband, to get what I want out of life. How much more wonderful to be able to lovingly speak honestly with him, state my wants and needs, only to find that he respects me enough to NOT ONLY give me those needs I express but also those that lie deep within my heart that only my husband who holds they keys to the innermost sanctums in my heart can access?

If he’s been tricked into giving me anything, do you think he’ll be ready and willing to reach out with more? No, probably not. He’ll be more protected. He’ll be more withdrawn from me. He’ll be looking for other tricks he thinks I’ll be playing. Men have hearts that are fragile. Our society doesn’t teach them to be very sensitive and put their emotions out to be judged, lest they are hurt and broken. If we act as if we are in some ridiculous chick flick or sit com where men are portrayed as idiots tolerated by women for procreation, they’ll start acting like those men. It’s emasculating. And it’s the breakdown of the fabric of the family. I made the decision years ago to stop watching those types of things. I don’t want it finding a home in my head and using my abilities against my family. I can manipulate. I can do it well. But I will NOT, by conscious decision, manipulate my family to get what I want.

The divorce rate in the US is around 65%. The divorce rate in the church is around 55%. I’m out to change it. I know how horrible divorce is first hand. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Let’s get together and change it. Let’s undo the damage that’s been done, whether simply in our society or from generations in our own families of destruction. It’s important. Really important.

In The Beginning……

So, I think I mentioned my little blended family in my initial post. My step-daughter was a teen when we got married, and I was a childless adult who thought she had all the parenting answers and was oh so very ready to explain what every parent was doing wrong. Yep. I was “one of those” people. In my infinite wisdom, of course, I thought the struggles you have with your teen were because you did this wrong and here’s why; I thought the reason your kid had a tantrum in public was due to this parenting mistake and here’s the fix. Yep. I was ready and willing to point out the wrong and provide advice for doing it right………….unfortunately to my new husband.

Our first year of marriage was filled with stress and fighting. Neither of us were equipped with healthy communication tools, having both been in failed marriages before and raised in less than healthy families in our childhoods. To this day, I’m amazed we made it work. Thankfully, we had some amazing friends who mentored us through it, were very honest with us, and who lovingly walked us into healthy communication with each other. I had to learn that whatever he was saying to me wasn’t really his veiled attempt at telling me I’m a useless idiot. He had to learn that what I was saying wasn’t really a viscous attack of his parenting skills or his intelligence. And I had to stop attacking his parenting. His daughter, while certainly going through her tenuous teen years, was a delightful young lady with a huge heart and a deep devotion to her family and friends. I’m so glad she can laugh now at the memories of those days in the beginning. We have grown a lovely relationship that I personally treasure.

We had the opportunity to celebrate our first wedding anniversary at a marriage retreat in Colorado Springs, CO. It was so beautiful, packed with one-on-one time together, candlelit dinners, hikes into the mountains with packed lunches, and short marriage teaching groups over the weekend. We had some tender moments bearing our hearts with one another and even some emotional breakthroughs. It was perfect……….I thought.

When we got home, he admitted that he felt I had trapped him into going so that he would be forced to talk and share his feelings. He had been miserable.

In one of the teaching sessions, the husbands and wives were separated and given the chance to really talk about things apparently only women discuss and things only men discuss. I had truly assumed that the men were discussing sex and the women were discussing what the men refused to help with around the house. Well! Was I wrong! The women talked ONLY about sex and the men talked about COMMUNICATION! No wonder he was miserable! It was our main source of contention in our relationship and he had no way out. Once he was able to calm down, he admitted what had really happened with me. Here’s how it played out, according to my husband:

Leader: Let’s talk about conflict resolution.

Attendant #1: My wife yells a lot and I yell back. It gets loud. We usually say things we regret and it takes us days of silent treatment to recover.

Attendant #2: I yell. My wife cries. We have great make-up sex.

Leader to my husband: How about you, Steve?

My husband: I just refuse to participate. She gets upset and tries to fight, but I won’t do it. It’s not a fight if I don’t participate.

…………silence in the room while they all look at my husband………

Leader: Oh, you’re one of those. You’re the worst kind. You won’t even validate her feelings. You won’t even admit to a problem. By not participating, you’ve abandoned her and left her alone in the cold thinking you’re ready to leave her. You’ve left her emotionally by doing that.

(Ok, so let’s take a GIANT step back for explanation. My first marriage ended when my husband left me. I came home to an empty house following an office function. My biggest fear is being abandoned again.)

Yep. He felt trapped and as if I had cornered him on purpose. It took us a while to move past it and find a place to communicate safely, but it began there. He took a mighty look within, and I took the time to hear him tell me for the first time what he was feeling. We were beginning to learn to listen to each other, to actually HEAR each other.

Now, we have adapted a few listening techniques that really work for us. I’d like to share them:

  1. We DO NOT interrupt each other. Listening only begins with our mouths closed and our ears open. Yelling in anger or even venomous retorts will result in more brokenness, not healing and restoration.
  2. We listen with the intent to UNDERSTAND the other person. Listening isn’t just the time we don’t talk and prepare what to say (or yell) when the other stops speaking.
  3. We CLARIFY. One of our favorite things to say after hearing the other is, “Ok, so what I heard you say is….” This gives us the freedom to interpret what we think we have heard the other say. It is the time for PATIENCE with one another as we strive to find the communication breakdown. We each bring a lifetime of experiences, good and bad, to the marriage, which leads us to hear with our own interpretation of things. I wish I could tell you how many times I’ve heard him say specific words that meant one thing to him and a TOTALLY different thing to me.
  4. We give each other TIME to process information. This was the most difficult for me. I want instant results showing we’ve fixed it, that we are already past whatever the issue may be, and that I don’t have to worry that I’ll be abandoned again. My husband needs time on his own to ponder what I’ve said, how he feels, what changes may need to be made (or not), and what the Truth really is. This was all new for him to explore communication and certainly new to me to explore communication in a healthy way. I needed to learn to wait for him and not demand he close the discussion right away. How can I expect him to respond in a loving and caring way, displaying godly behavior if I’m not giving him time to reflect on God’s Truth about the situation?
  5. We had to learn to SET TIME to come back together after he had time to process, so we could talk again. In the beginning, we would attempt to talk, fail and argue, divide with the pretense of processing information, and never come back to resolve anything. It was avoidance and abandonment all over again. We had to decide it was necessary and commit to resolving when the time was right.
  6. When we finally resolve our issue(s), we always commit to praying together. We are so thankful for every step of growth we have experienced and will continue to experience. It is only with the strength God gives us that we have come this far. (I explained in my initial post that we are a Christian family, devoted to prayer and to Christ. It’s who we are and it works for us. I am always willing to discuss with anyone who disagrees or has questions, but I will limit it to polite discourse and will never respond to hateful or demeaning rebuttals.)

Let’s get started!

I’ve always wanted to start a blog. Maybe it’s vanity. Maybe it’s just a way to get my thoughts out so they’ll stop circling like vultures in my head. I’m not sure. I’ve been asked more than a few times to write a book. Who has the time?

This blog is all about living life daily in this wacky world. I’m a wife. I’m a step-mom. I’m a mom of an adopted child. I’ve been married once before. I can tell you exactly what didn’t work probably more than I can tell you what does work. Because we all have our unique life experiences to bring to the table, I’m pretty positive there’s no one way to do this thing called life.

You may disagree with me; it’s all good. I’m not afraid of comments or emails. But, here’s a little about who I am. I am a Christian woman who believes the Bible is alive and relatable as well as able to withstand the scrutiny of anyone who attempts to disprove it. The only reason I’m stating this is because you’ll see me reference scripture and prayer often. It’s how I get through life. But I’m a realist. To me, that means I don’t ‘live in the clouds’ or that I exist only within church circles. It does mean that I’ve found life to be easier with God than without Him.

This is my second marriage as well as my husband’s second marriage. I have no children of my own, but my husband has a daughter from his first marriage. We began this journey with a teen girl in the house. Yep, it was a crazy start together, but we’ve made it more than 13 years so far. In 2012, we were asked to step in and parent a child whose biological parents were mixed up and lost in a drug and crime culture. So, we have a 27-year-old and a 6 1/2-year-old in our lives and in our hearts.

Here we are! This is the beginning of my little blog. I’ll promise never to tell you I’ve got all the answers. I’ll never tell you my way is the only way. Hopefully, you’ll be kind in your comments, but keep it real! I will, too.