-Melodie Beattie
My husband respected a boundary I set this weekend. I'd asked him not to do something in our house--something messy and loud and invasive that affected my personal space--and he started making preparations to do it anyway. I got upset, and I told him that what he was doing hurt me, and I reminded him that we'd agreed he wouldn't do it. He argued with me for a bit, but he stopped.
I had been so pissed that he'd planned to break our agreement that it took me a few minutes to appreciate that this tiny deference to my wishes was actually a big step for him. He respected my boundary! With minimal tantrumming!
It was a step in the right direction for him, and I'm grateful for it. I am often torn when I see these tiny little movements in his incredibly slow process of growing because it keeps fanning the flames of my hope for our relationship to survive...but I also feel compelled to acknowledge them. I'm grateful for his growth, and even more grateful for my own.
I had been so pissed that he'd planned to break our agreement that it took me a few minutes to appreciate that this tiny deference to my wishes was actually a big step for him. He respected my boundary! With minimal tantrumming!
It was a step in the right direction for him, and I'm grateful for it. I am often torn when I see these tiny little movements in his incredibly slow process of growing because it keeps fanning the flames of my hope for our relationship to survive...but I also feel compelled to acknowledge them. I'm grateful for his growth, and even more grateful for my own.