You ever
thought that with a different husband it would be a different YOU? Your true
personality would shine brightly and you would be all the things you ever
wanted to be? I go as far as visualizing that different me alongside that
perfect husband I should have had. I would talk more, especially about the
inner struggles that plague me, my doubts and insecurities - because he could
help me find the way out of the dark. Even if just by listening. I would take
salsa classes because he would be more than willing to be my partner. And then
we would dance winter Saturdays away since we now knew how, sweating it out in
a tight embrace among other indulging couples. We would fall asleep holding hands
(and certainly not in different bedrooms on the opposite ends of the house). Our relationship would be completely
effortless. I would be calmer, more confident, more self-loving and more whole.
But then I
also hear and read stories of women who in spite of having amazing supportive
husbands, fail to maintain their "center" and tumble down the
self-destruction slope. Some of them are unable to withstand another
treacherous attack of depression and instead of seeking help, give up trying.
Others succumb to the enticement of extramarital flings, and get tangled in the
web of infidelities and lies. I know women who neglect their appearance - gain
weight, opt for a plain unsuitable haircut just because it's more convenient,
never get out of sweatpants and baggie shirts. And then you meet her terrific
husband and can't help thinking "he could do better". But maybe he
did better, it's just that without the need to win him over and over, she
relaxed and lost touch with her better self, allowing the routine get the best of
her.
What I'm
trying to say is that relationships define who we are but it's up to us to
decide which direction this defining process should take. Each one of us is a
complex, multi-dimensional being and certain circumsances and people in our
life bring to surface this or that side of us. So maybe with a different
husband it could be a different YOU, but even with your husband, however
imperfect he is, it could still be a different, better you.
My husband
is a man of shifting moods. One day he is loving and sweet, the next - he is
mean up to the point of cruel. My perception of myself used to shift with his
mood switches: on good days I felt loveable and worthy; on bad
- I was so disgusted with myself I wanted to disappear. And one day I just got
tired of this splitting effect of his splitting personality. My frail emotional
system could only deal with one type of me and it was time to decide which one
it should be. I visualized that amazing woman I could have become with a
different husband, where only the best of my qualities would find way to the surface.
And that's the image I've been sticking with ever since.
A few weeks
ago, during one of his "nasty days", he said "be damned the day
I met you". I should have been hurt to the core but I wasn't. I should have
descended to the bottom of the darkest well of self-hatred because my own
husband hated me so much but I stayed calm. I knew who I was and no hurtful
words of his could shatter that image. I just let him fight his own demons. For
the next 2 weeks, consumed by guilt and regrets, he was all over me, showering
me with extra attention and love.
When working on this post I
initially thought I would write "don't let your partner define you". But this
is wrong because in a relationship changes and shifts in your personality are
inevitable. Yet you get to control the ways he defines you. I could have become insecure,
suppressed and miserable because of my husband. I became strong, resilient and
self-loving in spite of him. And when
things are good between us, I can sense his gratitude for turning out exactly
this way, not the weakling he pressed me to become.
So maybe you weren't destined to shine as a wife of the most amazing man alive. But you can still shine! Define the
better you and be it now. Merry Christmas and a Happy Blissful New Year of
2013!
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