Sarah and I have lately been having the kind of miscommunications that thirty minute sitcoms are made of. Except these haven't been particularly funny to either of us.
These last couple of weeks have been a rough patch in the normally easy course of our marriage.
We've been having these extremely time-consuming and energy-sapping disagreements, and then discovering that the problem came down to one of us not understanding what the other one was saying in the first place.
So tonight, we're going to sit down and talk for real. We've set aside thirty minutes, fifteen minutes each, during which we can say to each other whatever we feel or think. The other one will just listen and understand. Then we're going to ask clarifying questions if needed. Then I'm not going to immediately try to solve everything and Sarah's not going to play the devil's advocate.
We'll just shake hands, and go to sleep. That's the plan, anyway.
So we have no Wednesday Mailbag because nobody asked any questions of us or of Mr. Mahoganyboard. Instead I offer this quick glimpse into the real-world challenges in our real-world marriage.
And if the talking thing doesn't work out, maybe the next post will be more interesting.