I saw a post today that touched my soul.
The Backstory: I had decided in elementary school that I would never need a man when I grew up. I watched my very strong mother fall to pieces when my dad left. I watched the woman who babysat my brother and I fall apart when her husband passed away tragically. I didn’t hate love. But the evidence was all right there in front of me that you can’t count on someone else to stick around; whether intentionally or unintentionally, people don’t stay. And that was it.
I warned my husband way back when we started getting serious that I would never need him. I thought it was better just to be honest from the start. I told him that I wanted him. And that I would always want him; but I would never need him. I don’t think he could have understood the depths of what I was saying to him; so he said “ok”.
Over the years this has caused problems at times. Pick up any book or just look around the world and it is very obvious that the majority of men have the desire to be needed. The hero, the knight on the white horse saving the day, all those things are somewhere inside a person. That is inside him. I am the opposite.
He wants to be needed. I don’t want to need him. He wants to need me. And I don’t want him to need me. This is on different levels and defines my thinking at times. Yeah, there’s been some bumps in the road with this. But over the years we’ve worked it out; or at least accepted what we cannot change in each other.
Then today I saw this and sent it to him:
This is a great way to look at it! All these years I have felt a little off kilter on the domestic side. Although, I don’t believe that I’m wrong. The world would tell me that I am wrong. I disagree, so I don’t change. But I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this is a characteristic that should be celebrated. Until today.
Tonight I am thankful for this little tidbit floating thru my Facebook news feed today. The hubster liked this too . . just in case you were wondering 😉
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