Posts Tagged ‘opinions’

 

Meet my Twin

Thursday, October 13th, 2011

She’s connected to me … but only just. She is practically the same person, but there is just this partial separation. I sometimes don’t really know who she is and I certainly can’t keep up with what’s going on in her mind.

When I started writing this blog it was anonymous. I couldn’t deal with people knowing it was actually me who was thinking these, often morbid, things about baby and relationships. I was so accustomed to searching under carpets for spaces to shove things; I was ashamed and sure people would judge me.

And then something happened. My mind did what the earth did when the tsunami hit Japan – it shifted – and all the stuff that was under the carpet was washed out by the impact. And I stopped caring. I gathered the trash and I recycled it into bulletproof garments. I claimed my opinions and my ramblings and my crazy attitude to babies and the world in general, and people judging me … well, they just couldn’t touch me.

But claiming my own mind was only partial. When I put my name to the blog, a kind of separation occurred … the person I am and the person who writes, somehow, split. Me, and the person who writes as me are kinda the same person but not totally. I occasionally go back and read past posts and it’s like I’m reading them for the first time – I just can’t believe I Wrote some of the stuff … I can’t believe I Knew some of the stuff. And when people quote my ramblings back to me, I often don’t even recognise them as my own.

I’m not saying I don’t believe in the stuff I write … it’s just that it feels sometimes like my Gemini twin has gone it alone … I’m the Talker and she’s the Writer. My mother always told me it was like her fourth child had turned out to be twins and my ex always claimed to have married a harem – he didn’t know who he was going to wake up with in the morning …  Gemini’s get a bad rap because we can do it all – as long as we want to! – but we’re not all bad … unless you’re talking about those emails and text messages. But if you think I take responsibility for any of those, think again! – that’s all Her.

Pandy’s box?

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

I have taken the below passage out of my latest book club read, Mitch Albom’s, tuesdays with Morrie:

“I’ve learned this much about marriage,” he said now. “You get tested. You find out who you are, who the other person is, and how to accommodate or don’t.”
Is there some kind of rule to know if a marriage is going t work?
Morrie smiled. “Things are not that simple, Mitch.”
I know.
“Still,” he said, “there are a few rules I know to be true about love and marriage: If you don’t respect the other person, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you don’t know how to compromise, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you can’t talk openly about what goes on between you, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. And if you don’t have a common set of values in life, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. Your values must be alike.
“And the biggest one of those values, Mitch?”
Yes?
“Your belief in the importance of your marriage.”

There has been a minor Facebook war over my going public about my relationship, which, incidentally, has been neutralised. It had to do with balance and blame. But the above passage gave me a kick up the arse. The above passage showed me what I should have seen years ago. It isn’t so much about a lack of belief in the importance of our marriage so much as a total lack of importance. Importance comes from communication and my husband hasn’t spoken to me about anything in months and about very little in years. And that is the truth.

But people find it hard to hear the truth about things they have already formulated an opinion on and especially on something that makes them shine a light on issues in their own relationships. I continue to shine my torch under the carpet revealing what others believe should remain there. (see also: http://www.bhalababy.com/2010/06/28/my-life-as-an-open-book) I want people to see that there is no shame in sharing a very human failing. I won’t be silenced because people find what I say uncomfortable and the only thing I am sorry for is how vague I was previously.

Morrie used an analogy I think is appropriate to share: we are not all individual waves crashing on the shore but part of the same ocean.

I am a work in progress. But I have the courage to recognise my flaws, and the inner strength to erect the scaffolding and do the work. My husband, however, is a derelict building site … absolutely fine if it wasn’t for the fact that he thinks he is a palace.

I was asked recently by a lovely young man to be his life coach. He was sweet, I was flattered … tempted even … until I realised that I have done all the coaching I care to do for a while and the next man I am with will climb the scaffolding with me, chat to me while I work and add value to the renovations. He won’t be afraid of the change.

For almost two decades I have loved a man so much I thought I would die without him so I can tell you all that you can love someone with all the stars in the sky but unless he loves you back with the moon, he has the ability to snuff out every one of those lights. He loves me ‘in his way’ he says … but then so do wife beaters and adulterers have a ’way’ of loving. Love needs to shine for the sole benefit of the person it shines upon.

Love is a gamble – sometimes you put everything you have on the table and all you end up with is change for the car guard.

I am not a victim, just a student on one of life’s very cruel courses on love.