Sky has been dull grey color of cement, thunder storms, evening clouds ripped to shreds and stained vermilion with the setting sun and scattered with the jagged V’s of geese.

I’m not sure why I feel compelled to write about the messy sharp-edged rawness. Some days when we can’t help it. Our words intersect but never meet. Our conversations sound like a scene from "the Tracy Fragments", each scene unfinished, bifurcated like the V’s of geese cutting through the air; my intentions going one way, his another. It’s not about anything, or it could just as well be. I’m disappointed. When because of his moods he turns stormy and turbulent, everything I’m saying an easy target for something. Sometimes (many times) I’m wrong. It’s hard for me to say so. Harder to apologize, to reword, to back down. But generally I do. Still, there are times when I’m not. When I’m genuinely blindsided with the intensity of his reaction, when he’s out of line. The injustice of misunderstanding feels so huge, so insurmountable, especially within the small parameters of my own take on things.

It’s so damn hard to give every ounce of what you have when you’re feeling like beaten and covered with gravel, each shard touching all the exposed wounds.
The thing is, sometimes being grown up just sucks, and it still hits us hard. When theres an ache for things, anything and our days are crowded and off kilter, it’s easy to turn each other into a target. Humans always seem to want a scapegoat. Someone else to blame for their own feeble attempts and failures in the scope of a jam-packed day where it’s impossible to measure up. And sometimes this lashing out is as unavoidable as the frost that will come to kill the sunflowers.

So I write about the days when things are tense and the friction is not just a physics theory.


Eventually truce! And really, there’s nothing either of us can do about these times, except agree to stop, to give in, to say I’m sorry. To take a breath, or several.
Because sometimes it’s neither of our faults, really. It’s just life, handed to us full and brimming. Without a glossy manual. You cannot just always stand up and say "I quit"

Maybe by circling back to these moments I create a different illusion—that relationships are hard, fraught with conflict, which is hardly the case, if you look in totality. There always is sweetness, so many moments jam-packed with goodness. So many hours, days, weeks even, when things are smooth and effortless. And, this is true for each of the relationships... some are a bit easier than others. A blessing! Some have their own share of "adventure"... another sort of blessing! If its the beach we covet, we cannot choose between the sand grains, sunburn or the clear blue-green water and its frolicking tides. Its a package deal. ALWAYS!

And, so I attempt to record the other times too, because they are hard. Because growth never comes from the moments of easy pleasure. Growth comes when the ache is greatest, when wanderlust and terror swell equally in my chest and I choose instead to stay. To accept the sorry come easily and not make it tough for the other one. And to let go of the hurt; and not carry the trash can of negatives around. Am fragile, i cant carry much... and since am a darkness magnet - its easier to carry the muck around. But what is being human, if not to make the effort of working out the seemingly unworkable!


An evolution!

And, in the middle of the night when you hear him breathing next to you, his jaw slack. Vulerable and tender. There are No words left.

-neerS

9 comments:

Thursday said...

The turbulence was palpable during that post. Splendidly written.
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Chaggoholic.... said...

Thats wat kps all of them from movin away even though so many times its hard and impossible.The breath on ur skin and the snore or the jaw open like a kid....

666 said...

btw.. i dropped u a one liner on 'drinktoglory'..id :-) did u receive it??

begijn said...

This is a 'printer'
I'll carry it around with me to remind myself of how I thought "exactly!" when I read it - after a fight with DH.

I remember one past boyfriend telling me during an extended, on-again/off-again break-up that "we love each other, and like being together - but not enough to sustain us for 24/7, 365."

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Sojourner said...

A rare loss less translation.

Hi.

Jaycee said...

Woah...


But u're right. Sometimes being grown up sucks...

When we all learn how to say "I'm sorry" as many times as you've done, that's when maturity begins. It's hard, but it works...

Eclipsed Thoughts said...

What a writing...
"When theres an ache for things, anything and our days are crowded and off kilter, it’s easy to turn each other into a target. Humans always seem to want a scapegoat. Someone else to blame for their own feeble attempts and failures in the scope of a jam-packed day where it’s impossible to measure up."....

I was like OMG.... how true... and the rest of the post too.,

Kuan Gung said...

You take images to another level once again neers..great stuff