It seems like bad attitudes are the poison of choice around our house. Sulkiness, guilt trips, pity parties, cold shoulders, silent treatment….yup, the ugly truth. When someone is mad, the house becomes a hostile takeover zone. The atmosphere is both sharp and blunt all at the same time. You could cut the tension with a knife, except you’re not even sure where to cut. It only takes on person to start the trend and then everyone else soon follows into the dark angry hole that gets so deep nobody’s even sure why we are mad anymore and it becomes a blame game. Everybody brooding about how it’s everybody else’s fault and nobody steps up to do anything about it. OOOhhhh, I can’t even imagine how happy the devil must get when he sees us slipping into the quicksand.
This is by far the most painful part of marriage and parenting (for me).
A few months ago I was the culprit of the cycle. I wanted compassion and pity but my husband told me “to take my problem up with God” because “he didn’t know what to do with me”.
Oh my goodness, if I thought I was upset before, that pushed me right over the edge. I was so angry I was slamming doors and driving down to church was probably not the safest thing I’d ever done in my life. But, I did it. Yes, I know I don’t need to go to church to talk to God but I needed to get out. I wasn’t going to even go in because I was so angry, but something prompted me. So, I turned my anger on God. (Yeah, I’m not proud of it, but I did).
Surprisingly, for the first time during the whole experience I felt listened to, I felt validated. He let me let loose on Him and then in on