The hand I hold will never hold me down

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Two years ago Sunday, I married my best friend. And I’m thrilled to report that marriage hasn’t changed that.

Known as The Cutest Man In The World (TCMITW) to those of you who’ve followed this thread for the last decade or so, Joe is proof positive that soulmates really do exist. I know I’ve found mine.

Is he my “better half”? No. I despise that term. It represents, in my opinion, the root of dysfunction in a marriage. It symbolizes two half-persons coming together and attempting to be one whole. In other words, two broken people siphoning some sort of emotional epoxy from each other’s souls to fill up the cracks in their own.

I’ve been one half of a whole before. It’s like living with Kryptonite. It saps your spirit, and ultimately, no amount of super-hero energy can fix someone else’s cracks. I tried to do that for 17 years, and finally realized that the only cracks I could seal up were my own. And I had plenty, because when I got married the first time, I didn’t start out whole — I was 22. If you believe you’re already a whole, complete package at 20-something, revisit that notion in about two more decades. You’ll have a good chuckle at yourself.

So, what does it mean when you give up part of yourself to mitigate someone else’s deficits? Simple math: anything less than 100 percent is less than 100 percent. Duh. By default, you become a fraction of yourself. But the worse part is that over time, you forget about those fractions you gave away. Key point there: “gave away.” Nobody takes part of you away from yourself. You hand it over willingly.

One thing that was clear to me when I exited my starter marriage — the last thing I needed was to jump into another relationship. My top priority was figuring out who I was and what I wanted from life. I spent ten years in that decompression zone, working through my midlife reintegration, and as serendipity would have it, I found someone who was working through the same thing at the same time. It was a tandem midlife Gestalt process. We both closed the loops on the first half of life, and proceeded into the second half together.

So, is life perfect now? No. Neither of us are perfect people. Perfectly whole, yes. Perfect, no. There’s a big difference. But believe me, life as two whole people together rather than two Humpty Dumptys attempting to fill in each other’s cracks is a world apart.

For one thing, when you have access to your whole self and don’t have to sacrifice any piece of it so someone else can feel whole, the relationship is ridiculously easy. Which makes total sense. It you don’t have to expend much energy to be with a person, you can relax. How do you know if this is the type of relationship you have? Simple: You feel like the same person when you’re with him/her as you do when you’re by yourself.

More clues: You don’t have to give things up so that your partner can feel secure. You can still pursue the interests and activities you always loved. Your partner may not care to participate, but at the very least, doesn’t discourage you from doing them yourself and at the very best, even if not participating, encourages you to keep exploring the things you love — yes, even if it means without her/him. You’re both secure enough to do things on your own.

For example, Joe loves blacksmithing and flying airplanes. My interest level in both is almost zero. But I love that he loves those things. Me, I like lap swimming, yoga and running myself silly on an elliptical. Joe would only do those things if forced at knifepoint. But when I demonstrate my just-mastered, still shaky “Needle” pose, he’ll smile and tell me he loves me. Encouragement and support don’t require interest.

Even when you’re not interested in your partner’s passions, it’s still nice to give them a try on occasion. Once I begged Joe to take an Italian Renaissance dance class with me while vacationing at a medieval reenactment encampment and he did. He pranced and bowed and twirled me around as instructed, keeping his loathing of the whole scene in check (barely), but at least enjoyed me enjoying the experience. I’ll never forget the look on his face throughout — that expression your dog has when you dress him up like a clown on Halloween… “Why are you doing this to me… I’m so loving and loyal… why….” (It was funny as hell!)

Which brings us to another clue of whether you’re two halves of a whole or two wholes together: When you’re together, it’s fun. If you aren’t having fun, what’s the point, really? It’s like only eating food you hate. You only get so much time at the dinner table. Choose the food you love.

Wholeness. That’s where it’s at, baby. How whole are you? How whole is your partner? A line from an Everclear song sums it up: “You just don’t realize that the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down.”

How about the hand you hold? Does it hold you down, or back? Squeezing too tight and crushing your fingers? Or holding so limply that you must clench your fist just to hang on? And, most important: If one of you lets go — will the other one fall? Be like Goldilocks … keep looking until it’s just right. It should feel easy and comfortable, strolling side by side, hand in hand, never too loose, never too tight. And neither of you needs to hold on. You just want to.

— Follow Debra DeAngelo on Twitter. Links are posted at http://www.edebra.com and http://www.wintersexpress.com. Find Debra’s columns online at http://www.wintersexpress.com, http://www.edebra.com and http://www.ipinion.us

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  1. Why do I read her articles? I guess I must like train wrecks. In my opinion it’s time for some new blood, I think this editorialist has run out of things to write about.

    1. Why not give it a crack yourself? Check out the next time Bob Dunning offers up “Replace the Above Pictured Columnist” and pen a few hundred of your pithiest bits of wisdom to share with the esteemed readership of the Davis Enterprise.

      Or, if all you have to offer is barbed commentary on the quality of other people’s efforts, go join the Tea Party or start a blog.

  2. Why do I read her articles? I guess I must like train wrecks. In my opinion it’s time for some new blood, I think this editorialist has run out of things to write about.

    1. Why not give it a crack yourself? Check out the next time Bob Dunning offers up “Replace the Above Pictured Columnist” and pen a few hundred of your pithiest bits of wisdom to share with the esteemed readership of the Davis Enterprise.

      Or, if all you have to offer is barbed commentary on the quality of other people’s efforts, go join the Tea Party or start a blog.

  3. Maybe “Just Because” could start by having the balls to make posts with his/her name on them. And once he/she masters that, attempt to write a column, every week, for 20 years. Or like Dunning, six days a week.

    As for train wreck? Hardly… clearly you didn’t understand the column. Which makes everything much clearer. Since your reading comprehension skills are so poor, no WONDER you don’t get the column. Sadly, it requires excellent reading skills to become a writer.

    And one more thing, “Just Because”… My column isn’t required reading. If you don’t like it… DON’T READ IT! You are hereby uninvited to my space.

  4. Maybe “Just Because” could start by having the balls to make posts with his/her name on them. And once he/she masters that, attempt to write a column, every week, for 20 years. Or like Dunning, six days a week.

    As for train wreck? Hardly… clearly you didn’t understand the column. Which makes everything much clearer. Since your reading comprehension skills are so poor, no WONDER you don’t get the column. Sadly, it requires excellent reading skills to become a writer.

    And one more thing, “Just Because”… My column isn’t required reading. If you don’t like it… DON’T READ IT! You are hereby uninvited to my space.

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