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Talking in Bed

Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin

Talking in bed ought to be easiest
Lying together there goes back so far
An emblem of two people being honest.

Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside the wind’s incomplete unrest
builds and disperses clouds about the sky.

And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation.

It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind
Or not untrue and not unkind.

Being in bed with someone who you love is meant to be easy.

This poem always makes me worry about about a permanent relationship with someone. Is it safe to say that when things get here it’s time to leave? Or is this the time to work super hard? Being in bed with someone else is completely opposite to isolation, well it should be. You are at your most vulnerable, physically and emotionally, it should be easy to be honest. But sometimes it isn’t easy. Sometimes being next to the  same person every night can be the most uncomfortable and difficult thing in the world.

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Mirrors Under Notes

My heart melted when I saw this.

Love is getting home to a note on your bathroom mirror after a tough day.

It’s knowing that that’s the first place I go when I get home from work.

It’s still loving me enough after 4 years to write a note before leaving in the morning.

Most relationships start out with all sorts of lovey-dovey stuff in the beginning. Ours didn’t.

The butterflies-in-your-tummy start to a relationship doesn’t really need those flowers.

It’s the 4 years on during

the do-you-still-love-me times

that need the little reminders.

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Fear gripped her heart

Fear gripped her cold icy heart as she strolled past the shop windows. The jewels behind that clean sparkly glass made her worry that she might be too old for this fear.

2012. A leap year. A year which traditionally meant that women who were getting antsy could pop the question. Last week a plumpish blonde woman proposed at the Lions game.

But the fear was real. These past few weeks have proven to her why she should be afraid. Love turns downward. It reaches a bottom. A bottom she is worried she might not be able to live with peacefully. She has expectations of her life. Her life should be a certain way. She deserves a certain measure of happiness.

Marriage might mean that measure is more like a ration.

Marriage might mean kids. Marriage might mean teenagers. She has enough teenagers everyday.

Can she live with being happy on Wednesdays and Saturdays only? Is she happy all the days of the week now?

For emergencies only

The Problem is in the Dip

So I have been completing my Psychology course and in the course of my course I have registered for a module on adult development and aging.  Well according to my textbook * marriage is an essential part of adult development.  An interesting discussion I recently read was about marital satisfaction.  What the book says is that after performing extensive studies with many hundreds of married couples covering a range of age groups, marital satisfaction seemed to follow a U-shaped curve.  So imagine a U.  It has a steep decline and then it rises again.  According to this study this is exactly the same shape that satisfaction in marriage takes.

Steep on both sides.

Imagine dividing your married life up into 3 sections.  You get the early years, the middle years and the later years.  In the early years with the arrival of children marital satisfaction declines in a steep way.  Apparently the longer a couple have been married the more unhappy they tend to be.  This is in the first 20 to 24 years of marriage.  During the middle years when you are experiencing your so called mid-life crisis, and your kids are going through the joyous teenage years then marital satisfaction hits rock bottom.  What fantastic timing.  No wonder people like me aren’t that keen on this whole marriage thing.  Well there is hope.  After this rock bottom in marital satisfaction is reached, marital satisfaction begins improving.  In the later years, couples are more likely to describe their marriage as satisfying.  And in fact many older adults who have remained married say that their marriage is better than is had ever been (Papalia, Sterns, Feldman & Camp, 2007).

Now this is the kind of information that would make me take the leap.  I know it sounds a little bit strange that I would decide to get married based on this type of information but knowing that it will be hard in the beginning but it is almost guaranteed to get better later makes me feel much more secure.  This is the type of realistic view I like to enter into things with.  Expecting roses and champagne all the time and cuddles and kisses are unrealistic.  Those are the types of expectations which are the most likely to cause a great deal of unhappiness.  Going in with eyes wide open is the one thing that can ensure I don’t become a divorce statistic.  I would rather have my expectations of hard work and perhaps a decline in satisfaction crushed than more romantic expectations.  When our parents and their parents talk about marriage it’s meant to be this amazing experience that is supposed to complete one.  But apparently it’s not.

Source:

Papalia, D.E, Sterns, H.L, Feldman, R.D & Camp, C.J. (2007). Adult Development and Aging. McGraw-Hill: New York.

Honey, I’m home!

Ok I’m back after a long long holiday in which I was too busy to think much or do much except make it to tomorrow.  Ok it wasn’t really a holiday just a long peep into what my future may be like.  Teaching Prac! Whoop whoop!  Loved it.  Big kids (14-18 year olds)  are not the monsters that the media portray them to be!  They are actually fairly human and completely capable of mature thought and action, although they don’t always choose that way.  So 5 weeks of what I thought would be hell turned into 5 weeks of waking up early every day with a huge smile on my face.  Ready to face the traffic.  Ready to face just about anything, as long as I got to be in the classroom.  Friday was my last day, and 4 (working) days on, I miss it like I’ve never missed anything in my life.

 

Perception is really the key issue here.  I thought teaching big kids would be tough, challenging and full of horror.  It was tough and challenging, but it was not full of horror.  Maybe being married will be like that too.  I think that it will be tough, challenging and full of all sorts of horrific things.  Things like self sacrifice, monotony and even misery.  But what if it won’t be like that at all?  There is the faint possibility that I could wake up next to my husband (ignoring heart palpitations) every morning with a huge smile on my face.  Ready to face the big kids.  Ready to face the staff room politics.  Ready to do just about anything as long as I got to spend my life with my amazing man.  

 

Bad days were part and parcel of teaching prac.  It wasn’t all smooth sailing.  There were days when I left school, got to work (after prac) and I felt like crying.  I felt so disheartened that I wasn’t getting through, that classroom discipline is not as easy as I originally thought, but I knew that the next day would be better.  And it was.  I am sure that there will be bad days in any marriage,  in fact well done if you haven’t had any yet.  (Just check for inner seething in your spouse from all the bloody compromising they’ve had to do to keep you happy.)  It’s about making a decision and sticking with it.

 

It is not impossible to decide to be happy.

Diamonds [and tattoos] are Forever

I have a tattoo.  A great little number that my sister designed for me more than 3 years ago and which I have been living with for just as long.  My tattoo is on my left forearm, pretty apt as an engagement ring graced my left ring finger for a less than a third of the time prior to me getting inked.  I get to wake up every morning and look at my tattoo and think of how much I love it.  Any time I need cheering up its a simple matter of turning my arm over slightly and gazing at the beauty of my tattoo.  I miss my tattoo in Winter, it takes much more PT to look at it in these chilly months, but it makes me love it that much more each Summer as I run around in short sleeved t-shirts free to gaze at this declaration of difference and individuality.  My tattoo is a statement that will remain on my arm until my skin rots and disintegrates off my bones one day.

As the popular saying goes, Kanye West uses it in lyrics to one of his songs, “Diamonds are Forever”.  Sterns and various other jewelers have also coined the phrase.  Hence, giving diamonds as engagement presents and setting them in wedding rings.  Diamonds are meant to represent something that isn’t going to end.  In this case, the relationship, the love you share as a couple.  Marriage.  I am completely freaked out about this whole forever thing, perhaps also why I’m not so keen on diamonds.  I know what you’re thinking.  “Why does this mad woman have a tattoo then?” And that is a valid question.  Good thinking.

I guess my tattoo represents everything about who I am.  And although it was pretty painful to get I want another one.  This one a little bigger and a little brighter and certainly more expensive.  To me my tattoos set me apart from everyone else, they’re an expression of my freedom.  A wedding ring would be an expression of my non-freedom.

But its more than that.  With a tattoo its me only.  If I make a mistake and choose the wrong artist or get the wrong colours that’s my fault.  My mistakes don’t bear on anyone else’s life and there is no one else who’s mistakes can bear on mine.  My tattoo isn’t going to cheat on me.  I won’t outgrow it.  Well I might but lets see how we go [If I keep eating cake as often as I do I just might stretch it out of proportion!].  And even if I do outgrow it, my tattoo and I certainly can’t grow apart.  It’s impossible.

When it comes to another human being, saying forever is a promise I’m not sure I can keep.  And I don’t know if it’s fair to expect them to keep it either.  When it comes to people, forever is naive.  I don’t know what the future holds and I have no idea how things will pan out.  I cannot make a promise that is just so expansive and so difficult to see to the end.  People do outgrow one another, I know it makes us sound like jerseys or jeans, but it’s kind of how we are.  There is the possibility that just like your favourite top when you were in your 20’s just isn’t your favourite top now that you’re in your 40’s, your life partner may not be your favourite anymore either.

And what about death?  When we say “I’ll love you forever” do we really mean “I’ll love you until you die and then I plan to love someone new”?  All relationships end.  Any good lawyer setting up your prenuptial contracts will tell you that “all relationships end, in death or divorce”.  Not the greatest thing to hear months before the big day, as my friend will attest to.  But never the less the truth.  Does forever in this case mean, “I’ll move on but I wont forget you”?

So it’s not that I’m afraid of commitment.  I certainly am not.  I have had several long-term relationships (not only with my tattoo).  So it can’t be that.  And I am not afraid of change.  I just know that it’s probably the only thing that will remain constant when it comes to people, whether it’s us or others we can always count on someone changing (not necessarily to our will though or when we need them to) but if its not them it most certainly will be us.

My declaration of difference and individuality, say hello to my lucky stars.

Let’s do it!

On Friday this really strange feeling came over me.  I was baking scones and as I worked the dough with my hands kneading it smooth and then cutting star shapes out of it, I thought about how much I’d like to build a life with Hennie.  Maybe even get married. 

I was thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as I think to get married.  What would I have to look forward to?  Seeing Hennie everyday.  Some days it might be tiresome, I know this from the last time I lived with a man, but at least I am aware of this and I won’t be surprised by it if it happens this time.  I would get the chance to make Hennie feel special every single day.  Little notes in his lunch, or tucked up in his towel which he’ll find when he climbs out the shower.  To be able to greet him with a huge smile and a giant hug when he gets home.  To be greeted by the same thing when I get home.  I don’t really need to be married to do this.  Kids.  I may not want to be a wife, but I do know that I want to be a mom.  I know that I don’t really need to be married to have kids but in some ways it might be better if I am.  I know that society tends to be super harsh to single moms and kids of single moms.  Which is unfair.  But I don’t want my kids to be judged for my decisions.

Then I got to thinking about how simple life was before the advent of technology and, dare I say it, awareness.  Awareness that women can be and can have more than what society says we need and can do.  The way I imagine life was back then before women wanted “it all” was a great happy woman, perhaps slightly unfulfilled, baking, humming, cleaning and looking after children.  Her chief concerns were making sure that her family was happy by managing the household in a conscientious way.  I mean wouldn’t it be great to run around in kitten heels and dresses everyday?  I would love to only need to worry that my sewing was up to date and the supper would be waiting for him when Hennie gets home.  Yes it does sound boring and I feel somewhat guilty for wondering what this might be like.  The last time I wondered what things might be like, my parents started arguing and the epic 10 year divorce ensued.  I certainly do not want that to happen again.  Of course it doesn’t work that way anyone can tell you that!

Is being a wife really a full time job?  Is being a husband a full time job?  I know that if one tries to do “it all” by themselves when there is a perfectly able person there to help then it probably can take up a lot of time.  I know that “my homemaking” responsibilities will have to be shared.  There is just no way that I can be a good mom, wife, sister, friend, employee, aunty and daughter if I try to do everything by myself.  There are a few practical considerations to be thought of before one starts planning the wedding that’s for sure!

I’ve always wanted to build a life with Hennie but to think about marriage in this way is strange for me.  Who knows?  Let’s not get ahead of ourselves!

A Story Wet as Tears – Marge Piercy

Remember the princess who kissed the frog
so he became a prince? At first they danced
all weekend, toasted each other in the morning
with coffee, with champagne at night
and always with kisses. Perhaps it was
in bed after the first year had ground
around she noticed he had become cold
with her. She had to sleep
with heating pad and down comforter.
His manner grew increasingly chilly
and damp when she entered a room.
He spent his time in water sports,
hydroponics, working on his insect
collection.
Then in the third year
when she said to him one day, my dearest,
are you taking your vitamins daily,
you look quite green, he leaped
away from her.
Finally on their
fifth anniversary she confronted him.
“My precious, don’t you love me any
more?” He replied, “Rivet. Rivet.”
Though courtship turns frogs into princes,
marriage turns them quietly back.

Princes turning back into frogs

*It doesn’t take a massive poetry geek to be able to see that this poem is a look into the whole “happily ever after” which fairy tales promise us.  Perhaps the only thing lacking in the royals’ lives above is some open honest communication.  Perhaps this is in fact all that marriage can provide, a general dissatisfaction and an uravelling of the lies we’ve woven in order to bag that great catch.

I didn’t post this poem to have a go at guys, its a problem us girls also create.  When “courting” you’ll never catch us without makeup, we’ll make sure we’re perfectly shaped, we’ll never swear and we’ll always feel like having sex.  But what happens when we have you?  And isn’t a diamond encrusted (yours will of course lack the diamonds) handcuff the ultimate declaration that quite frankly we have you?  And then what?  You’re going nowhere unless you want to deal with an expensive divorce.  And is a general dissatisfaction really reason enough to leave?  For me it was but it’s not that way for everyone.

Marriage is meant to be forever but if the courting is built on lies then how can it be a real forever?  I guess the only two options available are don’t get married or hope to whatever you hope to, that your partner is truthful about who they really are.