Interpretations

A couple of weeks ago I read someone’s blog and was taken aback by how much she complained about her spouse. I can only assume that he is aware that she has a blog and sometimes reads it. It would really bother me if the better-half aired our dirty laundry on the web for everyone (or possibly no one) to see. My friends and I may have griped about boyfriends but after the big committment we stopped.

I’ve been thinking about interpretations lately. Everyone has their side of the story and sometimes it is hard to see the same story from another perspective. So, maybe the blogger has a much more complex story than complaining about whether or not her spouse spends enough time helping around the house. Maybe her spouse airs as much dirty laundry as she does. I can only hope that the blogger thinks before she puts her complaints out on the web and that she spends as much time talking to her spouse about the complaints as she does sharing them with the world.

I know when I share something on F&G I put a lot of thought into it before I write it–whether that is me saying so-long to a class-act swimmer or something about my family.

As much as I have shared about my family I’ve not discussed the trouble we’re having with the better-half’s mother (the story is long and sullied).

She has finally come out and said that I’m all wrong for her son–after nearly 8 years of marriage. I’ve known since the beginning I’m not who she hoped for but I am who he hoped for. I also know that the grievances she has are all about her interpretation of events. I challenge her to find anyone who knows me to come up with the same opinion of me that she has. She’s out in far left field and I know that. I know what kind of person I am and, unfortunately, she’ll never know how loyal of a person I am. I’m the one that friends and family know will be there through thick or thin. And, that is why I will support the better-half in trying to get to a place with his mother that makes it easier for him. I believe it has to get better no matter how she feels about me.

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