Ok. Here it is. Maybe if I write about it, I’ll get over it and then we can all get along and sing in happy circles. Or something like that.

I feel like I’m about to vomit. The truth, raw and real, is always hard to swallow.

I’m pretty sure I’ve already talked about how hard this move out to Colorado has been. And it really hasn’t gotten any easier. I mean, I have gotten to the point of saying “Hi” to people at the gym and some of them know my name…but that isn’t all of it. That isn’t even half of it.

Tim will probably kill me for writing this…but it is what it is, right?

(and FYI: I vetted this with Tim before it posted…so obviously he didn’t kill me)

This move…Tim’s new job stress and lack of any energy because of the ass kicking he gets every day…it all has taken this huge toll on us. It’s not like we’re on the verge of divorce or anything crazy like that. We’re just struggling with trying to find balance and make time for each other and to not let our tempers get the best of us.

It is hard for me to talk about this because I feel like Tim and I have been an example to many of you for what a “good marriage” is supposed to look like. Yet, here we are, floundering. Struggling. Having “conversations.” Trying to make this work. It is exhausting.

It is really hard for me to not want to crawl into a hole and wait it out. That is what I’ve always done in the past. I withdraw. I disappear. I think it will all just go away if I don’t think about it and ignore what is staring at me right in the face. So, that’s what I’ve been doing. And it has been eating me alive from the inside out. You may wonder why I work out so much…it is the only thing that lets me disengage from this reality that I don’t know how to fix.

I feel so bad because here Tim and I are…you thinking everything is just ducky while we’re scratching our heads, trying to figure out where it all went wrong. I mean, we can pinpoint the obvious: Tim and his new job. Uprooting ourselves. Change. Change. Change.

It is HARD, y’all. It is so much more than adjusting. It is so much more than being patient or understanding. It is the biggest challenge I have ever faced, yet in the same breath, it is the first time I have EVER faced such a challenge. It is like the perfect storm of marital woes.

I don’t know what it means to “work through” rough patches. I always ran away…because I could…because it was easier…because it is what I was shown as a child when marriage gets hard.

And then there is Tim, who grew up with parents who stuck it out even when things were difficult. We come from two different worlds when it comes to relationships. Two totally different worlds.

I am realizing that I am having a hard time joining his world. It isn’t easy to just up and jump ship from what is comfortable…from what I have always done. The only reason I haven’t run away from this whole situation, screaming, is because I don’t want to. I honestly, truly do not want to give this up. Inside of me, deep down, where the truth really lies, this IS what I want. And no matter how ugly it gets or how irritated or annoyed of distant I become from or at Tim, I love him. I am so glad I married him. He will always be my very best friend. Even if, right now, it feels like we are in two different galaxies, I have to believe it will get better with time and with some effort to MAKE it better.

I push people away when things get rocky. I retreat. I try to internalize everything – even though I KNOW that is one of the worst things you can do to yourself. I try to be a pleaser instead of voicing what I really think. And if I DO venture out of my comfort zone and voice what my real opinion is and I’m shot down or accused of trying to argue? I shut down. I redouble my retreating effort. If I make an attempt at opening up and then I am rejected? It certainly doesn’t make me want to try again.

Does this happen with Tim? Sure. Yes. But what is it that I fail to see? That when this DOES happen and I point it out, the first words out of his mouth are, “I’m sorry. I was wrong to say that. You’re right.”

So why do I continue to retreat when he willingly opens himself up enough to admit his mistake?

It is because I am falling back on my old habits. It is not because he made a mistake and apologized for it. Tim is trying to do the right thing in that situation and I’m shunning it. I shouldn’t do that. I recognize I am doing it, yet I have a hard time pulling myself out of the “old ways” and wo-manning up to brush it off and say, “Thank you” and then getting over it, right then and there, and moving forward.

Lately, everything has felt like a knock on my ability to be a decent human being. I mean, for example, Tim says we need to do X around the house and my first instinct is to become defensive, thinking it is a knock on my abilities to “manage” things around the house while he is at work. And sometimes, the things he says we need to do I cannot even DO ON MY OWN. I mean, I am sure I could DO anything if I really wanted to, but there are some things that he should probably be there to supervise, especially when it comes to using electronic equipment or sharp objects. Sure, I could probably DO MORE around the house, but that really shouldn’t mean I am an absolute failure at house management 101. And it shouldn’t mean that I feel guilty every second I am not doing something I consider “productive.”

But that is how I take those kinds of comments right now. Like a blow to the ability. It isn’t rational, I know. It is my own self-perpetuating cycle of shitting on myself. I am trying to pull myself out of that cycle. It is all negative. It is unhealthy. It is not the person I want to be.

Yet it is hard. It is more change. Yes, change for the better, but change nonetheless. It is a change from something I have done for almost 30 years.

That in and of itself is a hard habit to break and an even harder one to admit.

I have so much growing to do. I have so much to learn. I am trying to learn patience. I am trying to love where I am in life. I am trying not to feel like a failure. I count successes almost like people collect material objects. Success to me is so fleeting. I have to change my outlook on success…on accomplishments…on life.

Right now, it is like I cannot focus on a single task because I sit there and think of ten million OTHER things I could be/should be/ought to be doing to be successful (whatever that means). I’ve never had to work so hard to feel good about something I’ve done. It isn’t like I never get positive reinforcement. Tim will tell me I did a nice job…but I don’t hear that. I hear, “Nice job but it could have been better.”

It’s the cycle of shit, striking again.

I need to slow down. Take a breath every once in awhile. Focus on something and turn off all of the other noise.

I have to learn how to appreciate everything I have…everything Tim and I have. Because we are blessed. I know that. I just don’t celebrate that enough. I take it for granted. I participate in the negativity instead of trying to engage both Tim and I in more positive conversations.

I cannot retreat anymore. I’m waving my white flag. I’m surrendering.

It is more than necessary. It is vital. I am tired of what has become Tim and my status quo. If I want more out of our relationship and out of life, am I not entitled to that? Is is not my right to want the absolute best for both my marriage and myself? Is it not both Tim and my jobs as husband and wife to participate in the things the other person enjoys and support those activities, even if we really don’t enjoy said activity as much as the other person? Should we not be sacrificing part of ourselves for the good of our marriage? Compromise more, walk away less?

Should we not throw ourselves into the fire? Is that not what we signed up for that when we said, “I do?”

I have to stop fighting myself. I am getting in my own way…and I am getting in the way of my marriage.

This is the cold, hard to face and admit truth. This is my writers block.

I’m laying myself bare…in hopes of this being a step forward to take some personal responsibility and do the hard part: Admit to my shortcomings and change.