Posts Tagged ‘marriage’
Words
Tuesday, April 24th, 2012Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never hurt me.
I don’t know who first came up with that little rhyme, but I’d like to pull them aside and tell them that they are full of baloney.
I’ve been hurt in many different ways, by many different people, over the years. And the wounds that words leave behind are, by far, the worst kind.
Your body heals and bruises fade, for the most part. But negative words will echo on through your head for years to come.
It’s hard for me not to strike out with words when I’m angry. It’s hard not to cut someone down with negativeness. Sadly, I think it’s harder yet when you know the person. When you know what someone’s insecurities and vulnerable areas are, it makes it that much easier to hurt them.
Being mindful of my words is something that I’m still working on. And it’s something that I am struggling to teach my children to do, too.
LINKAGE
This post is linked up to Just Write at the Extraordinary Ordinary.
This week, it is also linked up to the 5 for 5 at Momalom
And last, but far from least, I have a post up at Band Back Together today, about my daughter and her Anger Beast.
Slightly Similar Nonsense:
Cow says Moo
Friday, February 3rd, 2012I was browsing the internet for breast pumps, and I remembered the first one I bought.
Or rather, the husband had gone out and bought it. It was just a little Evenflo battery powered/AC adapter deal. Nothing too fancy. I was about 4 days postpartum, and the girl child was breast feeding like a champ. Chris wanted to get in on this “Feed the baby!” thing, so he had gone to the local box store, and picked up this pump.
Did I mention I was 4 days postpartum? So still all puffy looking and highly hormonal?
So I plugged the pump in and sat on the bed to use it. It was loud. Apparently, cheap does not equal discrete. The pump was doing it’s thing, and Chris poked his head around the door. My mechanically inclined husband was apparently fascinated by this machinery attached to my breast.
“Wow. It’s just like you’re a cow.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he got this “Oh, shit.” look on his face. As the blood rushed to my cheeks and the tears to my eyes, he started babbling, “That’s not what I meant, I just meant the machine. It’s like the ones on the dairy farm, that’s what I meant.”
He wasn’t really helping himself there, at all.
Obviously, I forgave him. Eventually.
Ah, memories.
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- Words
- “Lactation Nurse”
- Master of Non-Verbal Communication
- 30 Days-Day 2-Something You Love (about yourself)
- My Sneaky Son
Jealousy
Thursday, August 25th, 2011I’ve never had a huge problem with jealousy. My husband and I have a boatload of issues, but jealousy (or a reason for jealousy) are just not one of them.
Until lately.
I began to get a little suspicious when money started disappearing from the account. It was explained as school-related expenses.
My husband began sneaking out of the house after supper, claiming he would be in the garage. He might have been, I was suspicious and a little uneasy, but not enough to venture into that testosterone-laden environment.
I noticed clandestine phone calls, and hastily closed browser windows.
Finally, my jealousy got the best of me.
I marched into that garage and I found them.
My husband looked up at me with a guilty look on his face. I had caught him in the middle of caressing…
his latest Snap-On tool purchase.
He claims he was cleaning them, but I’m not convinced.
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- Cheesy Gushy Post
- Cure for the common cold (NSFW)
- The laptop is dead, and my husband is an accidental genius
- Never Stop Celebrating
- Clearly it’s not so clear.