Those who have been on board for a while know it is not my style to go on an all-out rant. I generally temper my rants with either humor or knowledge which I feel has some import. If you are seeking the smooth roller coaster ride normally associated with M3, please fasten your harness tighter, for this will not be one such ride.
I have been steady supplying a stream of (at least I think it is) important information regarding the simple pitfalls of relationships, the common cracks in the pavement which trip the average Mate and cautionary or restorative advice in the ways to avoid or repair relationship damage.
We have discussed the foundation: Friendship. We have discussed the mechanics: Honesty, for one. We have discussed the ceremony: Wedding. We are beginning the full Monte: Marriage.
The Jerks in the Chain
Never once in my wildest dreams did I honestly believe everyone who stopped in for a cuppa and a comment would endorse my ideas. In real life, I cannot get any random two of my Quaints out of a group to agree anything I say is worthwhile, much less applicable. So, I came to this blog, with its heady topics, eyes wide open.
The Curve at the Top
I admit: I have fed the bears. And no, I am not talking about my Bear and the Little Bear. I am talking about the people who continue to bash me in comments and in my inbox and on their own blogs. Why is this the curve at the top? You have no concept of what is to come, so this is the smooth part of the ride where your anticipation builds expecting something fun.
The First Plunge
I have never made any secret of the fact I have been married more than once or that I have been divorced. From said marriages, I learned much of what I impart-both from the standpoint of what to and what not to do. From classes, doctors, therapists, study and programs, like Refuse to Be a Victim, I have learned more about how abusive things happen, continue and re-happen.
From witnessing more than one 50+ year marriage (and one three months shy of 60), I learned the pieces necessary for longevity. From proctoring divorces in real time, I have seen the devastating effects on all parties.
Quick to the Top
From assorted religious establishments, I have learned life with a higher power can be a relief from much of the strife of everyday mundanity. From my children, I have learned the benefits of patience. From the idiots who reside within a 500 mile radius of me regardless of my location, I have learned tolerance.
From learning to say “No”, I have gained a peace in my life which allows me the freedom to love without reservation.
The Second Plunge
My tolerance and patience with those outside my direct social circle (read Bear and our children) is completely exhausted. No, I am not emotionally bankrupt: I have overdraft protection. I am, however, certain there will be far less mollycoddling of those who choose to spew unsupported innuendo, rumors, mythology and outright lies.
I am not particularly adroit at circular logic. Do not ask me about chickens and eggs. Existential reasoning, quantum mechanics, linear time, physics, statistics, genetics, biology, calculus, chemistry…we can have a grand conversation. Do not ask me to forego the simple principles to accept your opinion which has no basis in fact or reality.
Do not send me an (engraved) invitation to your delusion. My travel agent does not endorse that destination.
I hope you have kept your hands and arms inside the ride. If you have not, triage for bloody limbs is hosted on another blog more tolerant of those who refuse to act in their own best interest. Additionally, triage for hurt feelings has been closed due to lack of emotional capital.
After the ride, you may be a little disoriented. Please watch your step. The platform is slippery.
(c) Ann Marie Dwyer 2012
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