I don’t think it’s a secret that I like to talk about my feelings. This whole site is basically a portal dedicated to my feelings. Have you noticed? (I’m pretty sure the toddler I used to nanny who can’t read and can hardly talk has noticed.)
When we started premarital therapy a few weeks ago, I figured it would be a fun time to talk about our feelings and dig into why we are the way that we are. GOOD TIMES! On the surface, that’s what it is, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy, and it certainly isn’t always fun…so I’ve learned. Digging requires muscles we don’t often flex, and it causes blisters to form and pop. It’s uncomfortable and tiresome and reveals weaknesses you didn’t realize you had.
Of course, that wasn’t going to be my experience, though. I went into therapy knowing, not just thinking, that I was a communication-savvy queen. After all, I will let you know EVERY time I am upset. Communication! I will tell you every last feeling and emotion from my day. Savvy! John’s okay, too; I mean, maybe he could learn a thing or two from our therapist, but me? I’ve got this partnering thing down.
Uh huh.
