Sweet Chorus of Chaos!

Setting:  Suburbia, one of the best towns to live in USA, kitchen/nook/great room, 36 animal flash cards strewn about, 37 large Lego's also strewn, 2 baskets of clean unfolded laundry, one counter top covered with after school paraphernalia, another counter top covered in veggies for food prep, cup stacking mat and florescent green cups in center of kitchen table, the other 14 animal flash cards stuck upright in long crack of old schoolhouse kitchen table, 3 squashed grapes on floor, 4 pieces of paper with crayon sketched nay nays and moo moos on floor under table, left side of sink filled with clean dishes, right side stacked up to Jesus with dirty ones.

Characters:  One 10 year old 5th grade girl who rides the fence of wanting to be a little kid and a young lady; one 2 year old boy who knows the sound of every animal on the planet (or at least his 50 flash cards) who also, incidentally, had a temp of 102.5 earlier today which broke during his nap which woke him up early which plays a key role in his behavior in this particular setting; one 40 year old mom just trying to make dinner; one beautiful 30 year old friend who was gracious enough to endure the setting, characters, plot, conflict, and lack of resolution, who also brought fabulous fresh berries for dessert; one 4 pound black and brown full grown Maltipoo with a quarter pound bark collar on her neck who still yips and yaps regardless of said collar.  (Character NOT in play: suburban dad/hubby...)

Plot/Exposition:  40 year old mom who has had one shower this week would love to enjoy adult interaction with 30 year old friend (since suburban husband can't hang out on phone while overseas on work trip) while making a yummy dinner for all characters involved, then to tuck animal loving 2 year old into bed early since his fever from the night before had kept him and said 40 year old mom awake until 1:30 am, and tuck in 10 year old daughter because those moments are so great for old mom's heart, and finally to finish up chatting with young, beautiful, energetic 30 year old girlfriend who has no wrinkles.

Conflict:  Little boy wants his dinner now, not when hazelnut and herb crusted salmon, sauteed squash, mushrooms, and broccoli are finished, but EN. OH. DOUBLE YOU.  NOW!  Exhausted but not completely worn thin 40 year old mom who did get in a 1 1/2 hour yoga routine today gets mushrooms done first, then zucchini, then finally broccoli...Bubbly awesome young friend cuts peels off apple slices for little boy who is yelling, "Opples!  Opples!  Moose!  Moose!  Nay Nays!  Nay Nays!  Moy!  Moy!"  5th grade girl is on front porch reading because it's part of her homework, however, could be helping saute SOMETHING!  Little boy without a fever but with lots of energy dumps plate of leftovers on his freshly cleaned hair and shouts, "DONE!  DONE!  DONE!  MOOSE!  MOO MOO!  CAMEL!"  Needy, but sweet, 4 lb dog sitting by front door where her 10 year old master sits just inches on the other side.

Ongoing Internal Conflict:  Smelly shower-less 40 year old mom keeps eye-balling the half bottle of red wine in the refrigerator, all the while thinking if she just drank it, it would calm the chaos, or at least take the edge off...but said mom knows better than to drink alone since gorgeous helpful 30 year old is on a cleanse so red and white and tequila and all other indulgences are off limits.  And then 40 year old mom snaps to and remembers she's detoxing, too, so that's the end of that internal conflict.

Continued Conflict:  Truly, truly, an inability for either grown-up to complete any given thought or sentence or story or...

• In the MIDDLE of dinner, "Hey, can I show you guys a hand stand?"
• "Moo moo!  Nay Nay!  Done!"
• "I'm so sorry you had to go to a funeral..."
• "Do I have to eat all of this lettuce?"
• "Ooooh, Mommy!  Juice!"
• "Can I have chocolate when I am done?"
• "So were you able to spend time with family or see...?"
• "Um, before it gets too dark will you guys come out in the backyard and watch me do a hand stand?"
• "Moy!  Moy!  Moy!  Moy num nums!"
• "Done!  Done!  Moose!  Done!"
• "Can you send chocolate in my lunch tomorrow?"

Climax:  While piecing together the scene and series of events, 30 year old amazing helper friend with great hair and arms says to mom whose head has collapsed onto old schoolhouse table in an attempt for a solo retreat, "I think I'm starting to piece together why you asked me earlier to pray for you and God's purpose in your life...I will definitely be praying for that, friend."

Resolution:  10 year old clears dishes from the table after asking politely if she may be excused, then proceeds to do a fabulous hand stand in back yard.  2 year old escapes out the back door into backyard and does somersault while saying hi to the neighboring woof woofs.  Faithful and selfless 30 year old friend cleans the kitchen, the way her 40 year old friend would clean it.  Amazingly strong yoga momma climbs stairs with 27 pound 2 year old in her arms and has success on 2nd attempt to tuck in said toddler, albeit 2.5 hours after first attempt.  5th grade girl gets ready for bed, including feeding/watering/pottying of furry friend, without being asked by Super Mom who is still dressed in all black from working as a secret agent with the CIA, uh, doing yoga 8 hours earlier and smelling like it.

I love my best friend of 22 years, 19 of them married...

I love my nose-picking toddler..

I love backyard nudity...

I love being shot with water guns by my 10 year old...

*Note water drips from being shot...

I love that, thankfully, colored hair extensions and feather earrings aren't moral issues...

I love Gary the Cowboy who let me shoot off a little steam recently..

I love that my toddler can say words like:  "Done!  Moose!  Nay Nay!"

I love the beautiful gracious gift of God who has taught me so much over the last 10 years...

I love that even though she is growing up, she still wanted to have a tea party at American Girl...

I love being a mom.  I really do.  I mean it.

And I love being a wife.  I really do.  I mean it.

These are two hats I wear and two roles I'd like to think I play decently, at least in my family.

However, what if I had never gotten married or what if I'd never had kids.

Who would I be?  

Not like, "Oh, I wish I hadn't!" or "What am I missing out on?" This isn't a mid-life crisis question or anything like that.

BUT:  Before I was a mom I was a wife.  And before I was a wife, I was a young woman...one with dreams and passions and ideas, some of which have really and truly come true...namely: Jason, Em, Noah, and Ryan.  Others that seem they are so covered in dust and cobweb perhaps on their way to fossilization. 

The other night before my husband was leaving for a week-long trip to the Dominican Republic for his job with Compassion International, which incidentally is my dream job since I was in college of traveling the world, working with nationals in country to reach their countrymen, and help women and children...we were just laying in bed talking for a few minutes after the house was finally quiet.

I said, "You know, buying a sports car, getting a tattoo, or having an affair are obvious mid-life crisis symptoms.  I don't want any of those things, but I can't even begin to tell you how out of my element I feel lately.  Your job is literally my dream job, I'm not coveting it, but it's crazy that you are living out my passion for missions.  And then I love to write but haven't written anything in forever and haven't felt inspired to write, or even read anything, either.  I mean, I love my Bible and have been reading that tons and actually, the only writing I've been doing is with pen and paper, writing scriptures, but it's like for the first time in years, I have nothing to say or convey.  And, I feel like I'm supposed to encourage other women but don't even know where to begin, and the truth is, I really MISS encouraging women and being used in that way.  I know I am supposed to be a wife and mom, and I love those things very much, I am not sure if I remember what I love or am good at in addition to that anymore...I just want to be faithful with the gifts and strengths God has given me, however I don't really know what they are at this given moment."

This isn't discontent or dissatisfaction with my life.  I love my life.  I am so very grateful to God for each person and every blessing.  Believe me, we talk about our thousands and thousands of gifts, and write lists of gratitude...

Presently I simply feel purposeless.  Do you ever feel that way?  And if so, do you have encouragement of how to become un-purposeless?

Forgive you?! Part III

Over my dead body!

Maybe? I'll touch on that later...

What if all of us really forgave the way Jesus instructed us to forgive?

Would it mean our hearts would not still ache for the pain another had caused us? No.

Would it mean that by forgiving another person I'm giving them permission to hurt me again? No.

Does that mean they won't hurt me again? No.

Would it mean I would have to forgive a person more than once? Yes.

If I forgive a person do I actually have to like that person still or hang out with them? No.

Can I hate them? No.

If I forgive someone who has hurt me, does it release them from their sin? No.

God releases us from our sins when we repent, or turn away from them. We don't have the power to "release" another from their sin, just ourselves by choosing to forgive. They have to have their own conversation with God, and you can rest assured God's way of dealing with us, though loving and jam packed with GRACE, is going to be more painful heart-wise than anything we could even try to heap on another just by holding onto unforgiveness! Forgiveness does not equal no consequences...obviously if you murder someone you go to prison for it, but God will still forgive you...

So, then, they aren't off the hook? Not in the way our limited minds may think...but we are, even though we may have been the one wronged. There will always be accountability for our choices, even in the midst of forgiveness.

So, then, why would we be 'off' any hook if we didn't do the hurting in the first place? Because when we choose to forgive another person we experience, and are able to walk in, a freedom that's almost impossible to explain. Sometimes it's gradual, but forgiveness frees...it frees the forgiver.

Unforgiveness does not bring freedom...instead it invites one's own personal prison, and not only that, it opens the door to physical, emotional, and spiritual decay.

Unforgiveness is a destroyer, but only for the one that holds onto it...

But you don't understand:

• My husband is addicted to porn...
• My wife lied to me for years about her eating disorder...
• My husband has been having sex with a friend of mine for months...
• My wife treats me like a child and makes me feel like less of a person...
• My husband is abusive...
• My wife constantly compares me to every other man alive, I'll never be good enough...
• My husband has a gambling addiction and now we are in debt over our heads...
• My wife only loves me because of the lifestyle I provide her...
• My husband is gone all the time for work so this friendship with this other man is just to fill the lonely hours...it's nothing, really...
  
• My wife is an alcoholic...
• My husband had an affair years ago but I just can't get over it...
• My wife constantly criticizes me...
• My husband constantly criticizes me...
• My wife is a workaholic...
• My husband is a workaholic...
  
• My wife hasn't had sex with me in ages...she's completely frigid...
• My husband has been sleeping with several women, most of our marriage...
• My wife just told me she's leaving...
• My husband just filed for divorce...
  
• Insert "wife" or "husband" into any of the above situations or write in your own...
  

Any way you peel it, when the person we love the very most, the one we committed to on our wedding day, decides that holding up their end of the deal is just too much work and not worth the effort, what do we do? Where does that leave us?

"What the freak am I supposed to do with this unexpected scenario? I sure as hell know I'm not going to forgive the bastard/bee-otch! Over my dead body will I actually forgive them!"

And that's where my concern lies...over your dead body. Because, no matter how it may all turn out, no matter how much your heart may hurt, harboring unforgiveness in your heart toward your spouse only hurts you. We think it hurts the other person but in reality, unless they have apologized and expressed remorse, they aren't looking back so your attempt to hurt them through unforgiveness goes unnoticed. God has good in store for you. He designed you for greatness but unforgiveness holds you back from walking on that beautiful path...even a path lined with thorns.

I know, and have known, people who have chosen not to forgive. Some of them are physically sick. Others paranoid and "worse case scenario" card holders. Still others are so controlled by the very person who wronged them, even though that person is no longer in their life, because their thoughts are constantly directed at hating that other person. They want freedom but can't find it because they literally can't let go of the reality that they were wronged.

We've all been wronged. Each person on the face of the earth, at some point, will have their heart broken. It does hurt more when it's from someone we love. Obviously. It also hurts to know that we'll be the ones doing the hurting at some point.

But at the end of the day, will we choose to forgive? Will we also choose to humbly repent to those we have hurt? And if the answer to each of these is no, whether for you or the other person, know that we are responsible before God for ourselves...unfortunately we cannot force another person to make the right choice.

And that is where post numero 4 will come in...

Legal Prostitution, part deux

So...this is the post where I'll likely offend a bunch of people. You see, I do not believe divorce is never an option, but I do hope it's the last option, after ALL is said and done. I know, because I know and love many people who have traveled through divorce, that both sides must work together, and, if that is not the case, there isn't anything one can do to change the other person. God's in that business, and, unfortunately, some people have become deaf and numb to God's voice and direction. Scripture even reads that God gives us over to our hardened hearts. And Christians who judge other Christians for getting divorces should probably read some of Jesus' words in Matthew regarding divorce...

I'll probably offend all the He-Man Woman Haters who think if their woman would just shut up, submit and serve a hot fresh meal each night their lives would resemble some sort of scene out of a movie. And, I'll definitely offend all the women who think guys are all the same...lazy, spoiled husbands who just want to be cleaned up after and have sex all the time. And then, of course, there's everyone else in between.

I don't think I'm perfect. I do think, however, that in marriage a lot of work is required for both parties. Humbling, selfless work. And, truly, some just aren't cut out for it.

The truth is, the divorce rate is 50% for many reasons. If you are actually to a point where you have to pay a service to facilitate an affair, which, by the way, if you think about it, is quite pathetic, really. I mean, shouldn't the fact that you have to pay someone to have an affair with you be quite telling that: one, you are desperate; two, you suck at meeting people face to face; three you are seeking intimacy or companionship with someone other than your spouse; and four, you are really just prostituting yourself by signing up for the service in the first place. Gee, how original. Justified prostitution? Really?! No. It's just plain old prostitution and by signing up, you are prostituting yourself...because you did pay a "money-back guaranteed" flat rate, right?

I can't help it, but the picture that keeps coming to my mind is of a woman continually kicking her husband in the balls. She kicks and kicks and wonders why he can't just get up and fulfill every whim of hers, all the while he's hunched over, trying to regain his bearings, let alone keep from puking.

I don't have balls but I imagine if I were continuously kicked in them I would quickly seek protection from the kicker. I'd likely look for a "cup" if you will. Some women wonder why their guys are disengaged, distant, avoiding contact/communication/intimacy with them. Have your man's balls even recovered from the last time you kicked them?

Now, I don't imagine that wives are literally walking around, kicking their husband's in the balls, but it's important to ask ourselves, as wives, the question of "Why did I fall in love with him in the first place?"

"But he's got a lot of room for improvement..." Duh...but did you fall in love with him for that reason...to rescue him or fix him? OBVIOUSLY he has room for improvement. WE ALL DO.

And then there's the guys. Not all of them, mind you, but the ones where the picture comes to mind of a guy in control with a leash on his lady, or a leash on life. The picture of a man fearful, yes, fearful, of losing control. Maybe his career isn't exactly what he'd dreamed or he believed a societal lie that getting married meant giving up his "manhood" or "freedom". He puts in the long hours to provide for his woman, who now is mostly conditioned to her posh American lifestyle, he sees that and is happy she has "stuff" but she has now allowed "stuff" to fill the parts of her heart that he once filled because, of course, those parts of his heart are filled with more work to continue the lifestyle. And so now, he loves his job more than his wife, not intentionally, but because his job pays him, rewards him, and his wife just keeps kicking him in the balls. More. More. More. But what she really wanted from him when she married him, in most cases, was for him to love her which translates: time and togetherness. Now their lives are filled with stuff, and lots of it, but the desire for more will never be satisfied with more because it can only be satisfied with each other...the reason they sought one another out in the first place.

I'm having difficulty articulating my heart and thoughts here...and there are many more running through my head for this series...believe me.

I know this post seems like I am siding with men. I am not. That picture just kept coming to my head. I'm a middle child so hopelessly always trying to find the middle ground...the common place where peace can be made. I know it is not possible in all cases. There are terribly abusive situations, extremes where people are dying, quite literally, because abuse, torment and neglect have taken residency. By definition: marital unfaithfulness. Yes, there is a reason for everything...but my heart in writing these posts is not to justify why we react and respond and treat others as we do, but instead for each of us to pause for a minute and take responsibility for our own crap, as well as assess our situations and see if they are indeed abusive, and, God forbid, if we are the abusers.

• "What part, both positive and negative, am I playing in our marriage?"
• "What responsibility can I take for our current marital state?"
• "If this literally is all his/her fault, have I done all I can to help?"
• "If my spouse is seeking an affair, why is she/he seeking a relationship outside of our own?" (What is our own lacking...)
  
• And, again, back to the heart of the matter, "Why did I fall in love with this person in the first place?"

(More to come when I am not cranky and mad at a 1-lb ball of fur who woke me up at 4:20 a.m.)

De-sensitization by the masses

(These are my opinions because this is my blog. I don't need a disclaimer.)

My friend was telling me about a service website she saw on some morning show or talk show or something.

Their tag line:

"Life is short. Have an affair."

Their brag line:

"The World's Premier Discreet Dating Service with over 6,245,000 anonymous members"

This is the part of the blog post where I go off just a little bit:

What. The. Hell???

This. Is. Utter. Bullshit. Madness!!!

(These are even edited words, so if you are offended, please quickly get over it!)

The only thing that they do have correct is that life is short.

I am not a marriage expert, but I will be married next weekend for 17 years. No, the amount of years a couple has been married does not always translate into anything other than years, however, mine does. I am not going to sit here and brag about what an amazing wife I have been to Jason or what an amazing husband he has been to me. But my imperfect marriage totally stinking ROCKS! And I am a damn good wife and Jason is a wonderful husband!

Truth be told, we have emotionally gone to hell and back and I'm not just talking about our experience with losing a child or living on the brink of bankruptcy. There have been seasons in our marriage where we just weren't that enamored with one another. If you've been married more than one week, you will know to what I am referring. Literally, the honeymoon is over. I, in particular, went through a long season where I compared Jason to other men, wishing he had some of their traits. I was inviting discontent. I let those thoughts of wishing he was more verbally open, spiritually expressive, less of a workaholic, a little less clueless, I can't even remember what all else, become attention to, or realistically, attraction to, those traits in other men.

The good things that made up my husband, those that drew me to him in the first place and caused me to forsake all other men, were over-shadowed...my heart was wandering even if I told myself it wasn't going any further than that. The mind is a powerful place.

I finally confessed it to Jason. It was freeing...and painful. However, after sharing my heart with him, the wishing he was someone else didn't have any more power. God promises that He is the Light and will expose hidden things. There is a reason He tells us to confess to one another. Because then, Satan doesn't have a grasp on us...

Because. There. Is. No. Such. Thing. As. A. Secret. Period. God knows and He will not co-exist with darkness, especially that which we attempt to hide.

You know...it starts out just "innocently" having "crushes" on actors and attractive people in magazines, or a cute guy or girl at work or even a friend's boyfriend or girlfriend or spouse. Then your mind wanders a bit and starts wondering how that guy or that girl treats their boyfriend or girlfriend or spouse. Then the thoughts of comparison set in and with it a whole gamut of un-fulfilling lies and discontent. "Every body's life is better than mine..." It's a snowball effect. And, some snow balls become avalanches. Things are crushed in avalanches. People die in avalanches.

What had started with just thinking Brad Pitt or whatever actress was hot has now translated into a mind and heart constantly consumed with everything that is wrong with the person you married and everything right about the next guy or girl.

"If only my husband or wife were more like so and so, our marriage would be happy..."

This kind of thinking is toxic and literally, no candy-coating here, straight out of Satan's very best play books. And guess what? People buy into it every single day.

The only thing that wishing our spouses would change to be more like so and so brings is discontent, dissatisfaction and a bloated sense of us thinking that everything wrong with our marriage is obviously the fault of the other person. I mean, obviously, right?! #$%^&*

Marriages fail because TWO people don't work together. Marriages succeed because TWO people work together. TWO is the key number here. NOBODY gets married thinking they'll have an affair or get a divorce. Why get married, then, if you just know it'll fail?

Despite what many may think, marriage is not the opportunity for one person to make necessary changes in their spouse. It is up to us as individuals to work on our own crap, sometimes alone, sometimes together. It's hard work. And guess what?! Marriage is the very thing that will expose our ugliness. Our crap comes to the surface in marriage. It seems inopportune, but if you mean all the words you said before you got totally loaded at your reception, then there wasn't a disclaimer that read:

• We're good as long as you don't offend me.
• If you piss me off and totally break my heart, I am allowed to harbor the unforgiveness for a certain period of time, and after that you need to tread on thin ice around me...forever.
• I'm perfect, so whenever you disappoint me, you will need to hear about it for X number of days, and or, years.
• If you sin against me, I have full permission to sin right on back...brace yourself.
• If I choose not to sin in retaliation, you will know about it because of the glow that hovers around my head at my mere existence.
• And anything else I choose to add...

God is serious about marriage. He also knew it wouldn't be easy for us. Marriage is not just co-existing, but self-sacrificial living. If you don't believe me, as far as it has to do with God's word, then read it for yourself. He doesn't expect anything from us He hasn't already asked of Himself. Jesus laid down His life for His Bride. That's us. And we are asked to lay down our lives for Him. And in marriage, we are expected to love our spouse as ourselves...so, if you are disenchanted with your spouse, I guess a safe conclusion is to say you are really disenchanted with your own life. Harsh reality. I know I was. I wanted Jason to read my mind that I wanted a stronger spiritual leader in our house. I thought it needed to look a certain way. All the while, I was expecting him to just know what I wanted.

News flash: God did not create men with extra-sensory perception. They will not read our minds...and if they did, we'd complain that they weren't reading it right, anyway!!!!

LET ME TELL YOU...we all, every single one of us, NOT JUST HOLLYWOOD, have a PUBLIC PERSONA and a PRIVATE PERSONA. That means, when I walk out the door, 8.5 to 9 out of 10 times you will find that my face is neatly painted with a bit of mascara and semi-temporary lip gloss, I've colored in my less than fabulous eyebrows, the teeth are brushed (usually 10 out of 10 on this one...), I'm wearing a bra (again with the usually 10 out of 10 there...), and I have a smile on my face. If people ask me in passing how I am doing, the reply usually has a tune of "Great! Fine! Good! ...and you?" And as much as I am a very open person, and real, I really only open up to a handful of women, and even then, no matter how hard it is, I wouldn't ever throw my husband under the bus. Because I am not perfect. It's a harsh reality I've learned over 17 years of whining to God and Him being faithful to reveal truth...

The problem is: We compare our private lives to the public lives we see in others...the lives we portray. We will always, always, always then be disappointed and discontent because reality is, none of us is perfect.

Marriage is hard. Don't get married if you think it'll all be roses. Don't get married if you constantly will expect roses...and little love notes...and back rubs...In fact, if you have expectations that your spouse's one job in life is to fulfill your every desire, maybe not all big, but at least all the little ones...man, are you going to be highly disappointed...and we can all venture to guess that your spouse's life will be miserable living with you.

I am so sick of women thinking they are the freaking princess in a relationship and must be waited on hand and foot...and men thinking they are the machismo manly man that needs to be treated right by his woman. I know I let those thoughts run through my mind a time or two.

Oh yeah, and by the way, marriage isn't all about us. Marriage is a WE thing. Otherwise, stay single. And guess what? Just as my girlfriends and I have found, for reasons not our own, we can never seem to synchronize our "funk" stages, marriage is the same way. One is up while the other is down. Looking into it further we realized that God has graciously allowed it to reveal itself that way so that we are able to encourage one another, building the other up, instead of all be low together, pulling each other further down into a pit.

Sacrificial service. If we aren't ready to sacrifice and serve our spouse, we shouldn't get married.

I can't even begin to explain how pissed and angry and utterly grieved I am that there is an affair service being openly promoted in the media!

It's not the mere existence of the concept of having an affair, because unless you were literally born yesterday and have rock for a heart, you know that affairs have been "on the market" since humans had hearts. This is not new...or original. Unfortunately.

It's just mind-bogglingly blatant and predatory in its subtlety...and it isn't even subtle! #$%^&*.

And for those who actually believe that having a "guaranteed affair" experience will satiate what their spouse isn't filling...I am so sad for them because the "anonymity" of the whole operation will eat at their hearts and destroy not only their marriages, but their belief that marriage, though hard, is good and can be very beautiful when the TWO involved both lay down their lives for the other.

Let me be so bold as to say a few things about why our marriage isn't seeking an affair service:

• Jason and I have had 17+ years of practicing forgiveness.
  
• Even if our hearts are broken, we forgive quickly and do our own soul searching.
  
• We still hold hands.
• We kiss every single night before we go to bed, even if we are mad at each other.
• Sometimes we have to allow ourselves quiet and space before we talk about a hard issue.
  
• We apologize to one another and take responsibility for our own short-comings.
• We do not raise our voices at each other because that accomplishes nothing and only causes pain.
• We hug.
• We still slap each other on the butt.
• We've even had sex sometimes when neither or one or the other just didn't feel like it...because it's important...and if some people didn't have sex whenever they just didn't feel like it, they would never have it...most sexless marriages fail or are also known as "Friendships". I have plenty of friends, thankyouverymuch.
  
• Jason is my very best friend. I decided it. I've stuck with it. And even friends hurt each others feelings.
  
• We pray together.
• We are vulnerable with one another.
• We ask each other hard questions.
• We don't fight over money. Our kid died. Money is just money.
  
• We live one day at a time.
• We laugh together.
• We talk about our disappointments quickly and work through them so they don't become elevated or escalated.
• We have fun together.
• We actually say the words: "I was wrong." "I am sorry." "I forgive you."
  
• We call each other on the phone and text.
• We try not to take everything so seriously.
• I am aware that I bring imperfection to our equation.
• He is aware of the same.
• We love each other.
  
• We like each other.
• We lovingly confront one another.
• We don't use blanket words to describe our dissatisfaction, like: ALWAYS or NEVER
  
• We try.
• We fail.
• We try again.

I'm so worked up about this right now...this will definitely be a series! Consider this Part I.