My great aunt Maxine lives down in the southern part of the state. I don’t get to see her that often, and so I send her letters periodically. I was writing her one this morning, and after I’d finished writing half of it I realized that it’d make a great beginning to a blog post. I was telling my aunt about a couple I’d spent an entire Saturday with, a few weeks ago; they’ve known one another since the sixth grade and have been married forty-five years, and are still completely crazy about one another. It shows, too.
“I can’t imagine waking up next to the same person for 45 years and not getting tired of him. I want to be able to do that, though. It must be incredible to love someone that much, I think.
Sarah, Racheal and I talk, every once in a while, about how afraid we are to get married. We’ve never really had a good example of what a healthy relationship is supposed to look like, or how a husband is supposed to treat his wife. None of us really want to get married, and we all say that we don’t want to have children, because we worry we’ll just end up divorced.”
There was a couple who came to my college this week. They call themselves “Acts of Renewal” and they’re actors. During chapel, they put on a skit for us about a dysfunctional family. Some people come from really loving family backgrounds, and some people don’t, and the couple recognized this. They said that the purpose behind performing that particular skit was to help the students with close-knit families better relate to the students who come from families which are…not.
Somehow, they made the skit humorous and illuminating at the same time. It was about a student who comes home from college for his first Thanksgiving after his parents have gotten divorced. In an attempt to keep up tradition, the entire family is at Thanksgiving dinner, even though his parents are no longer married. The father had had an affair with a coworker. The mother was angry and bitter towards her ex-husband, and made the kids feel guilty if they didn’t think their father was less than the scum of the earth. To cope, one of the kids had an eating disorder, one of them was into drinking and smoking pot, and another one just never came home from school. I sat in the audience and wondered how this couple knew so much about my family; had they been to Thanksgiving at my house before, and I’d just missed noticing them somehow?
In the skit, the son and his sister realize that their family is terribly unhealthy, and then make a vow to each other that they will make better choices. They realize though, that they’ve got no one to show them how to be different. I guess I sort of feel this way, to some extent. Like there’s no one to show me and my sisters how to be healthy.
I do not want to repeat my parents’ mistakes. I don’t know how not to, though. How do you know what to do, if no one shows you? I want someone to teach me how you’re supposed to love someone. I want them to teach me how to love someone the right way – without using love as a tool to manipulate the other person, or to make them feel guilty. I want to be taught how to argue with someone in a way that’s not hurtful. I want to be shown that it’s ok to tell someone I’m angry with them, and that I don’t need to worry that the other person will leave me as a result. If someone could show me that it’s possible to work through a conflict, and that problems can be addressed and not ignored, that would be fantastic.
I need to know these things.
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