Showing posts with label musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musings. Show all posts

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Holidays



                During that shadowy time between sleep and waking, as my mind gradually enters consciousness, I orient myself to where I am and also to when I am.  I lay hold on what day of the week it is, so as to know how to approach the day; is it a school day, the Sabbath day…  I also try to grasp the time of year, the season, so as to know what I can expect from the weather.  All this wheel-turning happens in a few seconds and it usually doesn’t take long to become oriented for the day.  But I have noticed that the last year or so it has been taking longer to wrap my mind around the time of year.  And I think I know why.
                Losing  Jesse has lowered my emotional capacity to celebrate.  This is understandable as part of the grieving process.  I have not had the emotional energy one needs to decorate the house for each holiday, plan special meals for special days, share special treats with neighbors and friends.  For example, it used to be that we hosted an Independence devotional/breakfast for our neighbors each 4th of July.  This year I did nothing but peak through the curtains after dark to see a few minutes of fireworks off in the distance.  It is not that I appreciate my country less (although I will admit I am very worried about what is happening right now), but I just didn’t want/need any more celebrating than that.
                But what has happened to me during that shadowy time each morning has taught me the importance of celebrating holidays.  Holidays are the way we emotionally mark the passage of time; they are the mile markers of our lives. Special days give us something to look forward to, and we tend to remember events in our lives according to the happenings of special days: remember that Christmas when…  that happened on Labor Day… I know it was before Halloween… 
                During this past year or so that I have not celebrated (or only minimally celebrated) any holidays it has been difficult for me to pinpoint the progress of my days and I find myself almost confused at times, “Memorial Day is coming up, no, that was last month. How come I didn’t remember that?  Oh, that’s right, I didn’t do anything to celebrate…”
                Now that I have realized these things, I can be more aware of my need to celebrate, and perhaps muster the emotional energy it takes to “rejoice and be glad.”  Perhaps, too, celebrating will help the healing process. 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

What My Divorce Taught Me About Marriage

My divorce was final four years ago today.  It seems ironic that it happened so close to my favorite holiday, Valentine's Day, and just shy of our thirtieth anniversary on February 17th.  And yet it is what it is.  I did much soul-searching during those years leading up to the divorce and also these years since, and today take a break from my "Love is..." to share these thoughts I wrote a year ago...



What My Divorce Taught me about Marriage

            I am from a broken home.  My two brothers and I were born in the covenant, but my parents divorced when I was seven years old.  They each re-married and had other children, making for two blended families.  These experiences created enough turmoil in my life that I determined not to do that to my own children.  I thought that certainly I could avoid making the same mistakes as my parents, I could work harder to make my marriage work—after all, my patriarchal blessing promised me a loving marriage and valiant children.  I did avoid some of the same mistakes as my parents.  I managed to keep my marriage together for 30 years, postponing divorce until my youngest two were in high school.  But in the aftermath, and having gone through the healing process, I realize I made plenty of my own mistakes, largely due to some unhealthy attitudes or beliefs I had about marriage.  These unhealthy attitudes contributed to behaviors in my marriage relationship that led us on the pathway to the divorce I so desperately wanted to avoid.  I have also discovered that I am not alone; many others believe the same myths about marriage, especially temple marriage.

MYTH # 1  A common gospel base is enough for a successful, happy marriage
            As a young person I had the idea that any two people who are living the gospel can have a happy, successful marriage.  So when I got on in years and saw my dreams of a family slipping away from me, I settled on the one guy who was half-way interested in me.  He was temple worthy and kept the commandments.   How could I go wrong?  He had been back from his mission 3 years and was approaching that menace-to-society age of 25.  I was temple worthy, kept the commandments and was skilled in the homemaking and child-rearing arts.  How could he go wrong?  While having a mutual love for the gospel is extremely important, it cannot compensate for a deep and abiding love for each other, born of true compatibility.  If all a couple has in common is the gospel, their marriage will lack the richness, joy and excitement possible with shared interests, common opinions and similar priorities.  Even devout members of the Church can have very different opinions about money, child-rearing, politics, and a hundred other things, creating countless opportunities for them to be at odds.  They may even differ in what they need, want, or expect in a marriage relationship.  While my husband and I were “willing” to marry each other, that willingness couldn’t compensate for a lack of compatibility in the other areas.  Marrying without that crucial element makes the marriage covenant only a glorified business arrangement, leading to disappointment and heartache through the years.

MYTH #2  He who presides decides
            Many men, by virtue of their priesthood and their role as patriarch in the home, also assume the role of authoritarian, making unilateral decisions on everything from finances to the temperature on the thermostat.  The takeover is often so gradual as to be imperceptible to the dutiful wife, especially if she believes that her role is to submit to his authority.  She is so anxious to be a “good” wife that she tries to please him by letting him have his way, or she grows so afraid of conflict that she finds it easier to defer than to share her opinions and desires.  As men progress in the priesthood, accepting more “important” callings, there is a tendency for some to become even more authoritative at home.  While one spouse becomes stronger, demanding more and more control, the other becomes weaker, throwing the whole marriage into a very unhealthy balance.  Instead of being “equally yoked,” they become like the farmer and his ox—one driving the other.  They may forget that any attempt to take control of a spouse is an attempt to usurp their agency, a dangerous breech of authority called unrighteous dominion  (see D&C 121).  Ideally a husband and wife are equal partners with a cooperative synergy that makes the whole much more than the sum of their parts.  A husband who doesn’t value is wife’s counsel and experience closes the door on his greatest asset.  A wife who is not allowed to be her husband’s partner or to contribute fully to the success of the marriage and family will find her spirit wither away as her full potential gets wasted and neglected.  Both the husband and wife need to guard against an imbalance of power creeping into their marriage relationship by recognizing its symptoms early and taking measures to stop it.

MYTH #3 He doesn’t beat me so things must be fine.
            As the marriage relationship took its toll on me, my mantra became, “At least he doesn’t beat me.”  Looking back, I can see the many ways he did beat me, spiritually and emotionally.  Although I was a strong and capable woman when we married, as certain of his behaviors escalated over the years, I was diminished as a person.  Those behaviors included criticism, demeaning comments, angry outbursts, blame, unreasonable demands and expectations, lack of compassion, unfair accusations, refusal to discuss differences, even making decisions for me that I could make for myself.  Rather than defend myself from his behavior, I allowed it to become acceptable, in effect, letting it become a slow poison to the relationship and to me.  I took it willingly, first believing that I was serving the relationship, then believing that I deserved no better—after all, I had chosen to marry him.  The truth is, accepting his mistreatment of me did not serve our relationship at all, it caused me to become very resentful, and it caused him to continue the inappropriate behavior, hindering his progression.  For example, rather than learning to control his anger, he learned that his anger could control me.  Also, we don’t necessarily deserve the things that happen to us—good or bad. But we are agents unto ourselves and are to act, not be acted upon (see 2 Nephi 2:14).  Although I didn’t realize it, I had power to change what was happening; I was the one who relinquished that power and became, in effect, acted upon, to the point that it even affected my health.  A well-meaning friend insisted, “Even though he doesn’t treat you well now, in the hereafter he will be different, he will be celestial.”  But that idea is also a myth; Amulek taught that our spirit will be the same in the resurrection, who we are now will be who we are then (see Alma 34:34).

MYTH #4 Our temple marriage means we have to stay together.
            I have always believed that the temple sealing was a binding commitment the couple made with God and each other that they would stay together no matter what.  I suspect some enter into a temple marriage believing, “I don’t have to be good to him/her, he/she has to stay with me.”  Equally disturbing is the partner who  believes, “I have to stay, no matter how badly he/she treats me—I made a covenant to stay.”  Those attitudes are very dangerous and when coupled can plunge a marriage into a hopeless situation, each partner believing, “Why try?”  Both attitudes are far from the truth of what a temple marriage covenant is.  The marriage covenant is a commitment that we will treat our spouse in a celestial/Christ-like way so that we will want to be together eternally and so that the Holy Spirit of Promise will ratify the sealing ordinance, binding us together eternally.  Being eternally together is not automatic; it is the reward for having loved each other well during earth life.  Being eternally bound to someone with whom you are miserable would make eternity a hell, not a heaven. Remember that the sealing powers also include the power to “loose” (see D&C 124:93). 
            Many believe that there is something noble about enduring to the end of a miserable relationship.  It helps to know that the phrase “endure to the end” properly refers to our testimony of Christ—we are to remain true to Christ until the end; we “endure all things” required of us as true disciples of Christ.  A cancer patient is no less a disciple of Christ if he takes medication to manage his pain rather than endure the pain until the end.  A person is no less a disciple of Christ if they take measures to stop/prevent the pain inflicted by a spouse.
            Someone told me that I had to stay married, my six children were born in the covenant and if my sealing ordinance were canceled, my children would lose their link to eternal lineage.  That is another myth; the truth is, each of us is entitled to eternal lineage according to our own faithfulness, not that of another.  How would a loving father link the happiness of some to the misery of others; surely he wants all of us to be happy.  Some details will be worked out in the resurrection.

            Although I felt a tremendous burden lift from me the first time my husband suggested divorce, I assured him I didn’t want a divorce, I would try harder.  And I did try harder, even though I felt no improvement in our relationship.  A few months later he suggested again that we divorce and I reluctantly agreed.  The burden lifted again and I knew that divorce was the right thing for us, for me.  The divorce process went quickly and in spite of the relief I felt, I still wondered if I had done all I could to save the marriage.  I pondered these things on my next temple visit and the Spirit said to me, “It is enough.”  Although divorce is regrettable and often tragic, it is not a sin.  I had kept my covenant to treat him in a celestial way.  I had supported him well in his career and many church callings; managed the home beautifully and raised his six wonderful and capable children.  I had been the very best wife and mother I could be.  I realized that even consenting to the divorce was a gesture of compassion, for it freed him up to find someone with whom he could have a relationship that would be ratified by the Holy Spirit of Promise.
            As for me, these words from the Book of Mormon come to mind, “…they poured out their thanks to God because he had been merciful unto them, and eased their burdens, and had delivered them out of bondage; for they were in bondage, and none could deliver them except it were the Lord their God” (see Mosiah 24:21).  The Lord has been very merciful to me, throughout the years in a very unhappy marriage, throughout the divorce process, and now through the healing process.  I hope others can learn from my experience, avoid the mistakes that I made and have the happy relationships that they desire.  I hope that couples will love each other enough to face their challenges with the gentle invitation, “Come, let us reason together.”


Discussion questions:
  • What do my spouse and I each need/want from our relationship? How can I meet those needs?
  • What do we like to do together? How can we improve our compatibility?
  • Does my spouse value my perspective and seek my opinion? Are we equally yoked?
  • Am I free to be myself when I am with my spouse? Can I be honest with my spouse?
  • Am I afraid of my spouse for any reason? Is my spouse afraid of me?
  • Is what is important to me also important to my spouse? Do we have the same priorities?
  • Does my spouse minimize me as a person, or help me blossom into my very best self?
  • Does my marriage bring joy into my life?  Am I hoping we can be together eternally?
  • Does our relationship meet the standards of a celestial relationship, or do we need to make some changes?

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

leave a message at the tone...


One of the features of our phone company is their automatic transcribing of our voice mail which is sent as an e-mail. I really like the convenience although frequently things get a little garbled in the translation.  Usually it doesn’t pose a problem as I can figure out the message in spite of the mistranslation.  However, yesterday we received this shocking message in an e-mail:

"Hi it's **** ****** and I am Isaac money from the 21st for having sex. So I think I'm gonna drop off a check. I'm, I'll be out this afternoon evening but I'm hoping that next Thursday. You can also model and that would be the fifth. So I hope to see you then if not before and look for a check either in your mailbox or in your door. Okay, I guess maybe you. bye bye"

I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time.  Lest some steamy rumors get started, this is the actual voice mail version:

“Hi, it’s **** ****** and I owe Isaac money from the 21st for heaven sakes. So Isaac, I’m gonna drop off a check.  I’m… I’ll be out this afternoon… evening… but I’m hoping that next Thursday you can also mow and that would be the fifth.  So I hope to see you then, if not before, and look for a check either in your mailbox or in your door.  Okay, adios amigo!  Bye, bye.”



Tuesday, August 30, 2011

the English monster

As school starts again I am reminded of the many wonderful teachers I had over the years. Although not a favorite teacher, Mrs. Boone is one of my most appreciated. She was my English teacher my senior year of high school (now forty years ago, ouch!). The one word I choose to describe her is DELIBERATE. Everything about her was deliberate, everything she wore, every movement and gesture, every glance, every word she spoke. She demanded deliberateness in her students, as well, which at times was very frustrating, but something that I have learned to appreciate. Not only did she scrutinize our written words, but she also insisted we speak English properly. She did not allow slang phrases of the day in her class room. Teenagers are known for slang and it was a difficult thing for us to break our language habits for one hour a day. But I am so grateful she insisted, for those good habits she created in me have elevated my conversational speech, serving me well throughout my life. One drawback is that I have become somewhat neurotic about the English language and its usage, both written and spoken. My list of pet peeves about English only grows as its usage declines (thank you texting). And so I shall share those peeves over the next few weeks, possibly making you neurotic about them, too, bwahaha!

Mrs. Boone retired the year she taught my English class. She is probably gone now. But she can enjoy her heavenly reward, knowing that she made me an English monster.