Last Monday:
My husband JR and I are driving home from a party. He’s had too much to drink and it seems to trigger his internal critic. (In fact, you’d think I’d said, “Honey, over the next 45 minutes see how many faults you can find in me.”) He doesn’t approve of the food I brought to the potluck or my plans for tomorrow. I’m driving too fast, I’m driving too slow, I should pass this car, I shouldn’t pass.
Our whole married life he’s been like this and I've always absorbed his every word, thinking, “I can't do anything right.”
But something is different this time. You see, I’ve been doing the "Good Enough" exercise I described in my previous entry.
I drive along, watching JR with calm detachment as if he’s portraying a mean teacher in a play. Nothing he says even touches my self-esteem because I know I'm a good, competent, industrious, careful, beautiful human being.
He continues to harangue me. I think, “This has absolutely nothing to do with me. And he really should get offstage."
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Good for you. I need to remember this too. S-l-o-w-l-y I'm realizing this stuff . . . after nearly thirty years! Why am I such a slow learner?
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