Engagement Counseling
(I came across this unposted blog I wrote sometime in December 2006 and decided to post it instead of coming up with something interesting to write about.)
Remember that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you meet someone special and you think it might turn into something. Maybe you exchange an email or a phone call and any contact with them turns you into a love struck fool. Yeah. Great feeling right? I get that way for about a day or two when I start dating someone. I am somehow missing the necessary genetic coding to be on cloud nine in a relationship for more than about 48 hours. Then I go about dissecting everything and anything that could go wrong. I observe and let every little detail about him sink in. My mind then proceeds to overanalyze every interaction between us, everything said and done and imagined. This causes just a few arguments, hurt feelings, anxiety and otherwise un-fun emotions to come up in the beginning of my relationships.
To answer the obvious question – I have no idea why anyone ever dates someone as high maintenance as me. My brother-in-law and I have a long standing joke about me becoming a crazy cat lady. When I first starting dating the fiancée my BIL invested heavily in crazy cat lady stock because, “you just aren’t flexible enough or willing to compromise enough for a relationship.” Now looks like he will probably lose a bundle on the stock unless of course the fiancée wises up and runs before the wedding day. He claims he shorted the stock but I’m loathe to believe him.
To get married by the fiancée Catholic priest we must attend three counseling sessions. Before attending our first session booklets arrived in the mail with scantrons. We have to fill out the scantrons and mail them on to the processing center. We were asked repeatedly questions addressing finances, children, tempers, personalities, arguing styles and rosy-glasses syndrome. Our first counseling session was on Monday evening. Guess who scored perfectly in not having rosy-glasses syndrome? Me.
(I came across this unposted blog I wrote sometime in December 2006 and decided to post it instead of coming up with something interesting to write about.)
Remember that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you meet someone special and you think it might turn into something. Maybe you exchange an email or a phone call and any contact with them turns you into a love struck fool. Yeah. Great feeling right? I get that way for about a day or two when I start dating someone. I am somehow missing the necessary genetic coding to be on cloud nine in a relationship for more than about 48 hours. Then I go about dissecting everything and anything that could go wrong. I observe and let every little detail about him sink in. My mind then proceeds to overanalyze every interaction between us, everything said and done and imagined. This causes just a few arguments, hurt feelings, anxiety and otherwise un-fun emotions to come up in the beginning of my relationships.
To answer the obvious question – I have no idea why anyone ever dates someone as high maintenance as me. My brother-in-law and I have a long standing joke about me becoming a crazy cat lady. When I first starting dating the fiancée my BIL invested heavily in crazy cat lady stock because, “you just aren’t flexible enough or willing to compromise enough for a relationship.” Now looks like he will probably lose a bundle on the stock unless of course the fiancée wises up and runs before the wedding day. He claims he shorted the stock but I’m loathe to believe him.
To get married by the fiancée Catholic priest we must attend three counseling sessions. Before attending our first session booklets arrived in the mail with scantrons. We have to fill out the scantrons and mail them on to the processing center. We were asked repeatedly questions addressing finances, children, tempers, personalities, arguing styles and rosy-glasses syndrome. Our first counseling session was on Monday evening. Guess who scored perfectly in not having rosy-glasses syndrome? Me.
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