Volume 4 - Ethnicities Magazine - October
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RELATIONSHIP<br />
TOGETHER? EASY?<br />
BY: JUDITH RAPLEY WATERMAN, B.A.<br />
FOUNDER, CEO, COACH & BUSINESS STRATEGIST<br />
JMR Coaching & Consulting Services<br />
Judith@judithrapley.com<br />
What? It was lost?<br />
Here we were a week after our 5th year anniversary<br />
and his wonderful milestone fun-packed<br />
birthday celebration week.<br />
How could he be telling me that he had lost<br />
his wedding ring somewhere in this week’s<br />
festivities?<br />
I was so angry at him.<br />
Mad, in fact.<br />
How and when was it lost or misplaced? Maybe when<br />
he took it off on Tuesday to work on the truck and make<br />
sandwiches and salads? Maybe it was later that day<br />
when he had to wash the truck and had to get underneath<br />
to replace the propane. I was angry! I was hurt! And he<br />
was going to know it.<br />
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Photo: freepik.es<br />
Now intellectually I knew a band doesn’t a<br />
marriage make but it was sentimentally and<br />
spiritually important to me. To us. This was a big<br />
deal. These rings had been exchanged in love<br />
as we were wed. They had been prayed over,<br />
blessed and presented on that beautiful ceremonial<br />
day we had just watched by video the week<br />
before on our anniversary morning.<br />
I didn’t speak to him without ice in my voice for<br />
2 days.<br />
I was no longer going to wear mine.<br />
Let him see how that felt.<br />
Yes, he tried to connect with me, just smooth things<br />
over and move on but I couldn’t. I needed some time<br />
with this milieu of female thoughts and imaginations<br />
running through my head. On day two, I didn’t even want<br />
to be around him. I wanted him to sleep in the doghouse,<br />
except we don’t have a house. Nor a dog. And we<br />
live in New York City. A homeless guy is the usual here.<br />
This time was well spent and utilized for me to come<br />
back to my full senses. After forty-eight hours of thinking<br />
about it all, in between all the things I had to and<br />
needed to do, after forty eight hours of being in my<br />
feelings, owning them and dissecting them, along<br />
with two sister girlfriend conversations, with better<br />
sense and some clarity I spoke to him about it all.