Amazing how I have several notebooks filled with stories, notes and photos pertaining to these past 3 years, about my "training," yet the topic that I write about two days ago, after not blogging for two months is a lover's spat.
I really need to think about this.
I guess different attitudes towards important subjects serve to tell the story. Ah, yes another subject to address. But I am tired, studying and living my American Life, the one where making money and managing my time in order to multi-task my way to an early Sicilian retirement keeps me from reflecting on the subtle and pithy significance of the many differences.
I yelled two days ago about something that angered and frustrated me, this seemed to help. I would ordinarily not yell, I would ordinarily try to discuss it, perhaps discuss it to death and wind up having a man who is compliant and word whipped. Doing the thing just to shut me up. Believe me I have known this situation, and heard about it from my friends here in the States. This is not an option with my husband, he kind of glazes over and says, "Non ti capisco" I don't understand you. So in my frustration I shouted how I felt.
So he got it. I don't know why I would talk so much, perhaps I am afraid of hurting someone or perhaps I don't want to be impolite. Or maybe I don't trust and need to manipulate through linguistic intimidation. All in all, less talking is probably better.
The morning after my little explosion he called and asked me how I was. The yelling and his hanging up seemed to clear the air. This is not the first time I am reminded of Moonstruck when Olympia Dukakis says, "Ti amo, you are gonna die, stop." --Paraphrased.
So we are okay. I know he is putting into action a solution and will take my concerns into consideration. I am comforted by this rather than his telling me what I want to hear, like a script from a relationship workshop or mid day talkshow.
I have known some men who can take the heat. In fact, when I think about it all the men I respect and whose presence in my life I treasure. Thank heavens I married one too.
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2 comments:
I hope it works out for both of you. I find change very difficult for Sicilian men. I thought it had to do with the mother but the sister is worse.
She can't take the heat. I am way too patient.
(Don't know if this means anything to you or not).
Don't let money come between you. If theres one thing I've learnt in life it that love is more important. Money and possessions may make it easier but it comes at a price
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