I think I had a pretty good fight recently. Not great, but it was progress. Let me backtrack.
Someone did something that made me, well… furious!
I grew up in a home where there was very little conflict, and when there was, we ignored it.
You know, like a kid who thinks if he closes his eyes no one will see him. So conflict’s not really been my thing. It’s had to be a growing edge for me as an adult.
And I’ve done it wrong. A. Lot.
When someone said something thoughtless, or did something mean, or (gasp!) was controlling or dismissive or disagreed with me…
I’ve done the angry email thing and the passive-aggressive thing, and the withdraw and punish thing…
See, I told you I was bad at this!
But the other day, once I settled down, I experienced a tiny (and I mean tiny) victory. Continue reading
