I know he is feeling guilty after an especially bad
fight when he stuffs the fridge with all the things I love. There’s literally
not a single inch of vacant space left on the fridge shelf. That is his way of
saying “I’m sorry” when he is afraid to approach me with words. And I
appreciate this remorseful act, I’m relieved that at least he is still capable
of compassion when he hurts me. Because nothing is worse than the cold brushing
off, moving on like nothing happened after penetrating my heart with long
thorny insults and accusations.
Men don’t like living with guilt, they are a poor
match for the feeling. When forced to acknowledge, accept and apologize for
their wrong doings, they get all defensive and twist facts to leave the battle
field unscathed. “You provoked me! If you don’t like it, it’s your problem! I
am what I am and I’m not going to change”. Yet somehow it is important for me
to get through his defense shield and make him face the aftermath of the damage
he caused with his careless words and attitude. I need him to know I’m hurting.
If I hide my feelings, swallow all bitter pills he feeds me without
complaining, he will think – it’s not a big deal, she is not that frail so no
need to treat her with care.
I find my ways to deliver the message, to make him
feel guilty but also leave the door open for him to fix what he broke. I know
that the guilty feeling will soon enough transform into anger so once he “gets
it”, I soften up and let him make it up to me. And I appreciate every step he
takes forward, and thank him for the treats in our fridge, and for being nice
and gentle to me just the way I like it. I help him deal with his guilt as long
as he acknowledges it first. I’m not pressing too hard so it’s his turn to feel
grateful. I grant him my sweet forgiveness so next time he is less stubborn and
apologizes sooner. Or better, thinks more carefully before hurting me again.
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