My marriage has become a suckhole of shouting, nitpicking, and snide remarks. Though it's not as bad as some, it still is draining to my soul, kinda like junior high school. My husband and I have been in marriage counseling for a couple of months. It’s beginning to seem like a waste of time, because we keep circling back to the same place, which is nowhere people with sense would want to go.
The quick version is that I am the Ant, and my husband is the Grasshopper. I used to be a Grasshopper, too…until we had kids, a mortgage, jobs and responsibility. I think he is frivolous; he thinks I worry too much. He dreams big, soars high, and flies too close to the sun. I research, plan, and construct a plane to fly in, while keeping a hand outstretched to catch him as he crashes to earth.
I admire Grasshopper’s joie de vivre, his “bop-de-bop”, his enthusiasm. He leaps feet first into the void, and I encouraged this…until we had kids, a mortgage, jobs and responsibility.
I am going to document our progress toward Resolution in this blog. Will we make it over the Paycheck Pitfalls, through the In-Laws Impasse, around the Valley of the Vixens and past the Siren Call of the Single Friends? Will the Ant and the Grasshopper part ways, or will they become…the Anthopper??
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