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“You’re like wildfire! You’re burning out of control and so is everyone around you,” he said with frustration and silent surrender.
My
first instinct upon hearing my husband’s hurtful words were to defend and
justify.
“Out of control?” I yelled back with indignation. “I’m the
one who keeps it all together for everyone!”
That argument, due in part to a vicious cycle of criticism
and defensiveness, did not get resolved that night. Or that week. In fact, the
next month was icy, lonely, and carried with it an unsettling uncertainty about
the future of my marriage.
There was a laundry list of complaints from both sides. Some
meaningful, some petty. I was scared. I saw a distance from my husband I had
never seen before. I saw, for the first time, his true dissatisfaction with our
relationship and watched him place one proverbial foot out the door. I realized
something needed to change.
His word, wildfire, haunted me. My complaints,
mostly surrounding inequality in household and parenting responsibilities,
although valid, seemed dim in comparison to him feeling burned by me each and
every day.
I could have, and did many times, bathe in thoughts like, “that’s
not true. That’s not fair. I wouldn’t be this way if only he would help more,
be different, change his ways, and see it my way, do it my way, compromise
more.”
But, I realized that his feeling was his perception and strong enough to
create an undeniable rift of resentment between us. I was forced to take a long
hard look at my role in this cycle.
The “wildfire” he spoke of was my constant need to control.
Everything. I came home after long days and ripped through the family, like
wildfire, with my barks, demands, criticisms, micro-management, and passive
aggressive statements that conveyed that nothing, and no one, was good enough.
I burned through my children’s confidence and scorched my husband’s sense of
value. All the while, I was self-imposing all the expectations and
responsibilities on myself, martyring myself, feeling like superwoman for
balancing it all, and actually falsely proud of the tight ship I was running.
From my own fears of inadequacy, I had become a control-freak and those I loved
the most were paying the price.
So, I took a scary, painful, and uncomfortable
leap of faith. I decided to change. And. It. Was. HARD.
Here are three nuggets this experience, and the many
successful transformations of my clients, have taught me about how to
start the process of change in self and relationships.
2)Crawl
First. Change is a slow burn. It is daunting; it can feel defeating
before you even begin. Set small goals. If you have 10 goals. Start with one.
Master it. Celebrate the smallest success. Accomplishment, or pride, sets off
“feel good” hormones in the brain, and becomes addicting. Every time I resisted
the urge to control, through self-talk, deep breathing, and sometimes simply
walking away, I gave myself an internal high-five. It felt great, it felt
successful. Whenever I saw my husband relax, I saw it was working. Set small
daily goals, slowly increasing the level of difficulty, and frequency of the
replacement behavior (for me, this was being grateful). Set yourself up for
success. You can’t run a marathon if you have never trained. Change is no
different.
3)Talk
in I, not You. Remember that your goal is your own change. Remember
you cannot change anyone else. All you own is your thoughts, feelings, and
behaviors. When in conversation with others, focus on your realm of control and
accountability. “I feel overwhelmed when you leave a mess in the kitchen. Could you please pick up when you're done? What can I do to help make that happen?” feels
and sounds much better than, “I’m always cleaning up after you. You don’t help
me!” What can YOU do to change? How can YOUR actions change and possibly
influence the actions of others?
Change is NOT easy. But even small splashes create a large
ripple. Accept the things you cannot change. Change the things you can. Life
feels a heckuva lot more balanced and fair when you do. I promise.
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