So, You Need to Be Right? Why?

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The last year and eight months of my life have been blessed beyond my understanding, and I attribute this to God’s grace and wisdom and His gift of my husband, Patrick. In that time, I have learned much about love – some of which I knew for years deep in my soul had to be possible but never thought I deserved (especially because I was told I didn’t deserve it), thinking it was for other, better people. I want to share what I have learned with you, and you’ll read it if you want to consider how to be peaceful in your relationships.

I don’t care what the situation is; fighting wastes time. There is no ‘but’ to that statement. It is what it is. And it is a choice. Fighting stems from one person not getting their way, not feeling respected, insecure, or embarrassed by their partner. Each of those things is emotion-based. Emotions have choice behind them. We choose to remain in feelings. Whether it be anger, frustration, hate, sadness, or embarrassment. It is a choice to remain in any of them. Each of those things is self-focused – not the other person concerned. Remaining in such a state will keep a relationship in turmoil. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about that.

Argument is an altogether different thing from fighting. In argument, there are no harsh words, no name-calling, and no raised voices –no hateful eyes, no drool, no violence. According to the actual definition, an argument is a back-and-forth exchange of ideas in a calm and courteous manner. It is valuing the other person and listening to their thoughts and opinions without chiming in every two seconds or even every minute while speaking to pronounce one’s thoughts and try to be right or “win.” Argument is listening to understand and seeking the best solutions to issues for all parties involved. It is about giving respect – which can NEVER be demanded. It cannot be questioned. It cannot be expected – not for it to be real.

Respect is something earned. It will never come when demanded. Again, that is what it is. Respect is something earned by the maturity of an individual to decide to treat others in kind, efficient, productive, and challenging ways. Not by tearing them down, calling them names, abusing them in any way, playing victim cards, or controlling them. What those bring about is not respect … those things bring fear, anxiety, and hate … that’s what demanding respect creates. Hate. The exact opposite of respect – not to mention love. 

I listen to people fight and think, “what a waste.” It is. A total waste of time – my soul has always known this. I thought this as a child. I felt it during my young adulthood, and I’ve always felt it in work relationships, friendships, and as a mother of fighting children. During a fight, no one truly listens – each person prepares their next diatribe or escape – fight or flight – be louder, be angrier, be violent, get that person’s attention no matter what – WHICH DOES NOT WORK in the way a fighter wants. WIN! No. There are no winners – this is not Boxing or MMA. This is your life. This is your home at stake. Productivity and health do not come from in-fighting in marriages or relationships. I never found value in fighting (the opposite of true argument). It is a waste of time and energy. And … it’s a choice.

Regularly I tell my students that I want them to get the application of this deep in their souls earlier in life than I did. My ENFJ personalitied self wants all people to get this – fighting wastes time, and it is by choice.

You decide how you want to live and how you want to be in relationships. You are responsible for YOU before God in Heaven. Only You. How do YOU treat others? That’s what matters. The world would have you believe you have a right to complain about how others treat you, to get your feathers ruffled because this person upset you or hurt you, that you can feel justified in your anger at another person because they did you wrong somehow. Really. That’s not a question. That’s me saying … really, no. You are responsible for your own damn self, so watch out for pointing your finger at others because those three pointing back at you should remind you that you’re allowing yourself to feel anger built on something inside you. The question is why. What is at the root of that anger? Where is it coming from inside of you? This imperative question is where AA principles come into play. 

We have basic instincts/needs as humans. These include Self-Esteem, Personal Relations, Security, and Ambition. When these are threatened in any way, resentments are born in us. When we hold resentment regarding any event or person, before jumping into a “right” to destroy said person or event, we must question which of these basic human instincts has been ‘affronted’ in us/you, and in that affront, what is your responsibility? Have you been self-seeking, dishonest, fearful? From there, if you hold even a variant of responsibility (which we usually do), ask yourself what the exact nature of your response/responsibility is using the seven deadly sins as a guide: envy, gluttony, greed or avarice, lust, pride, sloth, and wrath. What is happening inside of YOU that needs to be dealt with before you can point fingers at others? AA is about personal responsibility, and that is everything. Your responsibilities. Your choices. How you handle your instincts and the affronts to your instincts. When we don’t look inside ourselves and root out the WHY of our aggressions and the reasons we fight, we will continue to put ourselves before others and be angry.

There is no room for resentment or selfishness (which is a response in direct correlation to resentment born from instincts being attacked/hurt) in marriage. None. There is no room for selfishness in a healthy relationship – that applies to siblings, friends, coworkers, parents, and marriage. The same principles apply across the board. Whenever I talk about these things with anyone, especially in my classes where we discuss communication skills and arguments… it always comes down to one central idea. Love your neighbor as yourself. Treat others the way you want to be treated. To be able to practice these things, taking a deep hard look into your resentments is an important consideration. Understand yourself and why you react and respond the way you do so that you can be better with who YOU are. You have to be good with YOU so you can even begin to be effective in relationships with others. THEN, love your neighbor as yourself and treat others as you want to be treated come into play. Both of those are choices, and they are truly the same idea. Be kind and respectful – to everyone – even yourself.

Before those, though, for true peace and happiness in any relationship comes ‘Love the Lord your God will all of your heart, soul, mind, and strength’ Want to know how to have peace in your marriage and relationships? Get to know God on an intimate level. Read His word. Talk to Him. Meditate.

Romans 12:9-18 comes to mind as an excellent passage to meditate on.

“9 Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. 10 Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. 11 Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. 12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. 13 Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. 16 Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.[a] Do not be conceited.

17 Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. 18 If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.”

Patrick always says, at the end of the day, ask yourself if you’re comfortable in your own skin – are you good with who you are? I like that, but I want to add this thought … at the end of your life, when you stand before God, you are responsible for yourself alone. Your choices. Your responses. How you CHOSE to live your life. This life will not be long. It passes fast. Our time here is to be spent in good, productive ways, spreading love to people who need love, everyone you encounter. Especially your spouse and close relationships. Why would you waste time?

My husband Patrick and I choose to keep God first in our lives. We both strive to treat one another appropriately – knowing this … Patrick is a child of God, and I am a child of God. Neither of us has the right to tear down, hurt, or denigrate in any way a child of God – i.e., each other. We understand this, and we choose to be devoted to one another. We do not fight. We discuss. We choose peace. Our home is peaceful. That’s not to say that potential divisive things do not arise because they do.

But we VALUE each other more than either of us needs to be “right.”

Maybe you’ve heard me, and maybe you haven’t. Maybe my inclusion of God into the equation puts you off. Sorry, not sorry. He is the answer to all of this – that’s basic. If you are resistant to the addition of God in the equation, all I can do is share my insights and experience based on wisdom, research, teaching ‘argument skills’ to thousands of students, my life’s roller-coaster path, and the goodness of God through it all. If you want to get along with people, learn how to participate in a true argument. This action requires knowing and respecting yourself and your audience before engaging with your audience. It is never about demanding that others respect you or agree with you. Never. You may get a ‘modicum’ of what you’re after because it comes to you based on fear, anxiety, or hate, but it won’t be real. Not true respect. That audience will fight you – even if it is silent and unnoticed by you – hate will grow. And then … BOOM!

It’s all a choice, so be the best version of yourself that you can be.

To tag this at the end, some people are incapable of this critical thinking process. Being in a relationship with them will remain toxic for you and your children if you have them. Here, again, lies another choice. If this is your situation, help does exist. I found a Bible-believing therapist who taught me how to establish boundaries and how to value myself as a Child of God. I took steps to learn healthy means of communication – I made big changes in my life, and now, I am at peace. I chose to walk away from toxicity. I reference Romans 12:18 again, “ If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” If it is possible. It is not always possible with some people. You have a choice.

“I’m gonna make you f$#%ing afraid of me”

It has been almost a month since I stepped away from an unhealthy relationship.  I have not once doubted that decision – and I am not one to defame another on social media, so I have refrained from commenting much other than a previous post or two regarding the harassment/harassing behaviors I have endured since December 26.  He is blocked on all social media and his emails do not come to me.  I have blocked his number on my phone, but the voicemails he leaves still come through.  Today, I received another unwanted voicemail (there are over 40 now), and I promptly recorded it to another device and filed a police report.

Pardon the language – but here is the text of the voicemail.

“Hey, you need to get with me about paying that goddamn money back for that fucking windshield.  I’m gonna go by and get a copy of that goddamn receipt if I have to and uh, you’re gonna pay me that goddamn $200 back.  You wanna fuck somebody over, well goddamn you better pay me back my goddamn money or I’m gonna take it out of your ass.  Do you understand me? You wanna be scared of me? I’m gonna make you fucking scared of me.  I’m gonna give you what you wanted, just like you told me before.  I told you I wasn’t gonna be hateful to you, but you wanna act like a goddamn little kid, I’m gonna treat your ass like one.”    1/23/2018 – 12:01 pm.

This has been addressed today – dealt with – and my hope is that it will stop now.  He has been told not to contact me or my family again.

In the past month, he contacted my ex-husband, three of my children, my father, my mother, my brother, my best friend.  All in the name of “concern” for me – thinking that through any of them, he could get me to talk to him.  Lines crossed.  Major lines crossed.  Contacting my 10-year-old son.  Who does that?

And $200?  He wanted me to have the windshield.  I said it wasn’t necessary, that I could drive around with the cracks.  He thought the windshield would fall in on me, so he wanted it fixed.  So now, I owe him back?  When I didn’t even think it was necessary … I just can’t.  There is so much more the nasty in me wants to say, but I choose to not say more.  Just … I can’t.

From this point forward … I will walk with trepidation toward and around relationships.  Trust seems nonexistent.  How could I?  After what I endured in my marriage, and now this – yet another man who swore to love me.   Ha.  I have one Protective Order filed, and if the harassment doesn’t stop, another one will be.  It seems ridiculous to me, and I wonder what it is about me that causes this … is it me?  I am dissecting that.

It crossed my mind today that perhaps I should become a nun.  Hidden away in a convent.  That wouldn’t work though. I would be worse than Maria trying to be a good little nun.  “How do you solve a problem like Maria?” would be nothing compared to Nunnery lyrics written concerning me.

I try.  I really do.  I want to love – to love and be loved … but, I question whether it truly exists and if it does – if it exists for me.   Perhaps, like Maria, my Captain Von Trapp is out there.  Perhaps.  I don’t know.  Maybe after everything I have done, I don’t deserve it.  I don’t know that either.

What I do know today is … I will not be abused again.

RED FLAGS will be noted and heeded with immediacy.

I will listen to the voices in my head and my wounded, distrustful heart.

Here’s to tomorrow.  A new day.  I pray it contains no voicemails.

Know What’s Scary … Men.

The thought of ever trusting a man stops my heart … still, I don’t want to be alone.  And the damnable part about it is that these horrifying memories of mine surface and the trust factor disappears, still, I want to be loved, and yet I don’t want to be vulnerable again.  Powerless.  Afraid.  Out of my mind.

That is scary – aside from two men – one being my father.  The other, well, it’s a complicated story.   He is a hero in my book.  A private book.  Someone who stands out in a crowd for integrity and drive.  I admire him.  Hope to be like him when I grow up.  Both of them are fallible.  I know.  Somehow that fallibility is forgivable … but, that being said, as I look into the world of singleness … it is daunting and my haunches are up.  High.  Understandably so, I realize.

It’s not that I can’t be single – until I am whole, I probably should be.  I’m doing it now, and I’m okay.  There is much to focus on … finding that job that’s just right for me, loving on my babies, and finding peace after having lived so torridly for a long time.

But, good conversation I want.  Laughter, I want.  Nice dinner.  Walks.  To be cared for.  It would be nice.  Perhaps … someday … marriage again.   Perhaps.  That in itself is terrifying … I do not want to turn around and find a man believes me to be his “property” and that I am unable to think without him or make decisions on my own or put me down so that I don’t believe I am worthy or beautiful enough for a good man to want.

Met a gentleman.  He has a farm.   Handsome.  Says he is a Christian.  Drives a nice truck.  Has a great job.  Cattle.   But odcr and oscn paint a different picture.  DUI.  Assault.  A number of other things.  Good grief.   That won’t be going anywhere.

I cannot and will not be abused ever again.  Nor will I put myself in an environment where my mental state could be destroyed another time.  Trust is shaken in me.  And I’m thankful for internet research tools and best friends who love me and do that research for me … because they know emotionally I’m not the sharpest crayon in our tray.

This is all unsettling.  But … one day at a time … I press forward.   Learning so much about myself and what I want.  What I will settle for.  And what I will not.

For that, I am thankful today.   Still, think men are scary though, but on the converse, they can be so nice to talk to.   What is that?