I have started a new series. Its called The Third Rail and its where I will write about relationship stuff, like the post I shared here the other day. To be clear, if somewhere in this series there is any advice offered, it wont be because I know what the hell Im talking about; Ive got nothing to give really. What I do know is that many of us love our significant others, are still glad we picked the person we did, and yet, we are tired and crabby with that person on the regular. Some people married a jerk. And the guy is just a jerk or the girl is just a jerk and he/she was a jerk when you married him/her and he/she is a jerk now when you have young children. And guess what? That person is probably still going to be a jerk when youre 60. This series isnt really for people who married an ass. This is for the rest of us. For those of us who married good, kind, loving folk that we love, had kids with, and now find it hard to say hello to when they come in the door - both because we are mad about some petty grievance and because our children are yelling for our attention. I know what works for us maybe 50% of the time, so, basically, we flip lots of coins over here. I am not a marriage therapist and I dont have a marriage therapist so, truly, it will just be a discussion of relationship stuff. Thats all. No big revelations. Except for this one: when my husband watches The Bachelor with me, which is less than 1% of the time, it is sometimes as close as we are to being on the same page, even though all he does is talk over the scintillating plot twists while I shush him and he pokes jokes at every single person on the show. If you are on The Bachelor, you are fair game in this house. The Third Rail will start later this week with a new piece called Spousal Wars - those arguments that occur when one of us thinks we know how to parent better. Yes, its gonna be juicy.... Not really. Please remember my husband doesnt write nor does he always read my writing, so I may take a little liberty every now and then because I can without getting called out on it. But, everything I discuss here has been resolved by us - I wont write about anything until I can laugh about it, which is my general rule on how best to deal with things that really piss me off. My husband is in full support, too, so for the people who are thinking, Does he know what shes doing here?, he does. And remember, its winter in Chicago and I have been in our home with our three children since noon yesterday and probably will be here tomorrow, too, because school is cancelled, so writing stuff stops me from dipping my finger in the ranch dressing dipping cup I was using to dip my pizza just a minute ago because, you know, you cant type with ranch on your finger. So, I think he looks at me writing as the lesser of two evils, one of which is just all-around disgusting. Ill share here, but the posts will be on my website, to which youll be able to subscribe (a redesign is in the works over there). I hope you come over to read. Thanks!
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 04:09:41 +0000