Mobile Blogging: The Truth Hurts

Yesterday, my husband said something to me that cut to the quick. He
didn't say it to be hurtful or mean, and it was prompted mostly from
his exhaustion (he's been working a lot lately), but I know he was
speaking the truth.

My initial reaction was to go on the defensive, to start making
excuses in an effort to justify or rationalize away what he said. I
was ready to dismiss his words as merely a product of his frustration
and tiredness. I felt myself start to get angry, and resentment was
quick to rise.

Then I took a deep breath and a step back. I pushed away the
frustration and tried to look objectively at the situation. Why had
his words hurt so much? Was it the delivery, or that his words rang
with truth, a truth I already knew and was in denial of accepting,
thereby striking a deeper chord?

I'm sure it was the latter. Being confronted with the truth is never
fun. But being confronted with a truth you already know, subsequently
being made to realize you're not fooling anyone, is particularly hard.
And when all of this is delivered by the one you love most... Well
let's just say, the truth hurts.

Nonetheless, I am grateful for my husband's words (though his delivery
could use a bit of polishing.) After all, if he can't speak the truth
to me, who can?!

Here's to brutal honesty.

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Observations from Married Life

I have never been one to watch the news. Prior to being married, I lived in a bubble, a bubble where the morning, evening, or nightly news simply did not exist. Neither did televised sporting events. Sure, I might have gone to a SuperBowl party here and there, but honestly I was in it for the commercials. And the food, of course.

As luck would have it, I married a man who is a news and sports junkie. He can watch CNN for hours. And he loves watching almost any televised sporting event. I've even caught him watching bowling tournaments!

When we first got married, his constant news watching really grated on my nerves. Seriously. But after a time, the news became white noise. And then, much to my surprise, and not infrequently to my chagrin, I actually started wanting to watch the news.

Same with the sports. Now granted, I won't voluntarily watch a bowling tournament. Don't ever expect that to change, either, but one never knows. Football, however, I've actually learned to love. So much so that during the AFC Championship game this year, he keep flipping the channels during the game. I finally had to tell him to put the game on and leave it on, as I wanted to watch it. HA! Even as I type that, I can't help but wonder, "who are you?!"

Some might think I'm trying to change myself to accomodate who my husband is. And maybe I am, to some degree. I, however, prefer to call it evolution. After all, don't we all grow, change, evolve over time? And if my husband and I evolve together, won't that ultimately make us a stronger couple?

Here's to healthy evolution!