When we fight about money it's as if we're arguing underwater.
When we fight about money I experience the most striking déjà vu. We've been here before, chanting on a continuous loop across the forefront of my mind.
When we fight about money I feel like a failure.
When we fight about money I feel inadequate. I want to carry the burden, control the problem, and just make it all go away. But I can't. Which makes me feel so very very small.
When we fight about money I can't stand to be near him. I yearn to escape, flee, retreat, anything to avoid the situation because no matter what I do I can't fix it.
When we fight about money it is as if I no longer know the person standing before me. Who have we become?
When we fight about money I lose all perspective.
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When we make up I feel powerful. Plans laid before us, goals redefined, and our mission clearly marked. We can do this. We will do this. We will do this together.
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How is it that the topic that can send us off the handle, leave us so confused and angry that we must retreat to separate rooms to simply catch our breath can also bring us together so closely I feel that together we could take on the world?
This post is inspired by this post, by the oh-so-talented Rebecca Woolf of Girls Gone Child.
Since reading her post, the words, "when we fight" have clouded by mind and enabled me to look at my own arguments from a different perspective.
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