Archive for September, 2009
Don’t be a Jon Gosselin
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Dear Doormats and Doormat Users,
Let Jon Gosselin’s story be a lesson to you: The way your relationship works right now will not last forever. Doormat, someday you will realize that you are a fully-formed person with your very own thoughts, needs, opinions, likes, and dislikes, and if your mate is used to wiping her feet on you, she will have a hard time with this realization and, if you don’t both go to therapy, you (the brand-new fully-formed person) will back down from communicating your brand-new needs and act out in unhealthy ways. Even if your opinions are wrong, it’s ok to have them. For example, say you’re a 32-year-old man and you have the opinion that diamond earrings in both ears looks good. That would be a wrong opinion, but go ahead and rock those earrings, no matter what. They’re not hurting anybody and your wife could just do everyone a favor and not tell you you look stupid constantly because, guess what, they are your stupid earrings and it’s your stupid head. And maybe you would have grown out of it by the time you were, oh, around 22 if you had the wherewithal to have your own opinions about earrings back then instead of just changing yourself all up in order to fit the “love” of your life’s ideas of what’s good and what’s not.
And Doormat Users, when your Doormat comes to you and starts having these opinions and whatever, just shut the ef up ok? If you’re having a super hard time with all of the human-like behavior that your Doormat is suddenly exhibiting, you best get your butt to therapy.
And Doormat, if your User is having a hard time with your human-like behavior and you feel like throwing your hands in the air in disgust and just shutting down again and acting out in childish ways, you best get your butt to therapy. Because, guess what, I know you think you’re in love with your rebound girl and everything, but you’re not. Anyone would seem awesome after what you were dealing with before, but if your marriage is can’t be saved, what you really need is time alone. Figure out who you really are. Maybe you don’t even think diamond earrings in both ears is a great idea, but your brand-new awesome “love” of your life does and it feels good to do what she wants you to do right now because, well, it feels sooooo good and she’s not shrieking at you in the Wal-Mart. But that’s still pretty Doormatty behavior, and we all know where that will lead. It might take 15 years, but it will lead to the same place. Let’s take some time and learn some lessons, shall we? Just because your marriage is over, doesn’t mean you’re done with therapy.
Sincerely,
Abby Aldrich
Daughter of a Doormat and Doormat User
Model of Qualities of Both for More Than 30 Years
Advocate for Change
Advocate for Acceptance of Change
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I’m only slightly embarrassed to admit that Bryan and I watched Jon Gosselin’s interview with Chris Cumo on ABC. We recorded it. And we watched it. On purpose. I’m not interested in the whole he said/she said thing. I’m not interested in his current relationship(s), I’m not interested in how he feels about Kate now or how he felt back then. I wanted to know if he’s been to therapy. I wanted to know if he realizes how he got to the point where he is now. He said he’s been to therapy, but Kate hasn’t, which I totally believe. But I don’t get the feeling that he understands how his personality also contributed to this. Sure, Kate’s a shrew, but there’s a reason she chose somebody like Jon. If Jon had been an actual person, maybe they never would have been together. But he wasn’t. He was clay in Kate’s hands and he “loved” her so he changed for her. And what we’re seeing now? That’s what always happens in these types of situations.
And, of course, I must bring it all back around to parenting. Lena and Liberty are naturally nice and lovely and they’ll do whatever you say and it’s very easy to take advantage of them. We have had to fight really hard to teach them to stand up for themselves even against us. They’re 10 now, and they’re getting better at it. But, in our society, we seem to value niceness above all else and that’s not right. Look where niceness got Jon Gosselin. When my kids and I are standing in line at the grocery store and they’re reading the headlines, I use Jon as an example to Lena and Liberty. I tell them that this is all happening because he didn’t know himself and he didn’t love himself enough to actually be himself in the beginning of his relationship with Kate. No relationship is worth just being a shell of a person.
Now, Maya seems more split down the middle of Jon and Kate, depending on lots of things. If she were a little bit older, I might use Kate as an example and tell her that this is all happening because of the Jon thing, but also because Kate doesn’t understand the value of being in a relationship with somebody who is more than a shell. I don’t know. I think it’s easier to teach a young Kate to lay off than it is to teach a young Jon to stand up for himself. A touch of, “Kid, you better chill because your friend said ‘no’ and no means no,” is easier to teach than, “It’s ok to say no, if you want to say no. If so-and-so is sad because you said no, that’s ok. It’s ok if they’re sad, you are not responsible for their feelings. You’ll be sad if you say yes when you really want to say no. Don’t your feelings count? If your friend is a true friend, they’ll be sad but they’ll see that it’s ok for you to not do it and you can still be friends. If they don’t understand that, then it’s not worth sacrificing your comfort for theirs. And maybe they won’t understand at first, but they’ll eventually understand, blah, blah, blah.” Ugh, that’s a lot of words and, actually, there are more words that go to that speech that we’ve been using for the past 6 or so years over and over and in a million different situations, but if it means they learn to not be a Jon Gosselin, then I’ll keep repeating it.
P.S. Jon, you can use my above speech on Cara from time to time. That kid is heading for Ultimate Doormat status and it really breaks my heart when you talk about how much she loves sports. Maybe she does, but maybe she’s also learned that that’s what you love and you are her very first love and she sees how your eyes light up when you talk about how she loves sports and how good she is at everything. And she sees you roll your eyes when you talk about how Mady is just the opposite. Just think about it. You never know. I’m just sayin’.
P.P.S. Mady sees your eyes light up when you talk about Cara’s interests, and she sees you roll your eyes when you talk about hers. I’m just sayin’.
Embracing my Beginnerlyness
8I run very beginnerly. I think that sounds better than saying I run like a beginner because that sounds like running like a beginner is a bad thing, like how “you throw like a girl” is always an insult.
I’ve been running for almost 4 years now, so I thought I should try to improve myself. I worked on my speed over the summer and I didn’t get to where I thought I’d magically be able to get, but I did manage to shave some seconds off of my time and then I decided I was done doing that. I’m training for my 3rd 1/2 marathon, so I thought maybe I should do the intermediate training program instead of the beginner one. And then I decided I was done doing that and switched back to the beginner one. I like to have 2 days off and I don’t like to run an intermediate amount of miles per week. Don’t wanna. Ain’t gonna. I want to get back to enjoying the run and enjoying the races.
Here’s what I love about races: t-shirts, pre-race camaraderie, post-race food, post-race talking about the race and how good it felt.
Here’s what I hate about racing: setting goals and trying to meet them.
Here’s what happens in my head during a race when I’ve set a goal:
*looks at watch and sees she’s way off her goal* “Ok, dig deep, you can do it!” (Those are not words that come naturally to me, but I’ve heard them spoken in these types of situations, so I think they must have some kind of power).
*runs just a little bit faster until it starts to feel bad* “Nah, why you gotta do that? Just finish. Who gives a shit?” (Those are words that come quite naturally to me).
*starts to feel bad about being a giver-upper* “You set a goal, let’s go! There is no reason why you can’t do this. You breastfed premie twins who had all kinds of issues and you did it! You had a homebirth VBAC with 28 hours of labor. You did that! You are a badass motherfucker just like your wallet says, and you do badass shit all the time!”
*looks at watch again* “Yeah, but I don’t wanna.”
And then I feel bad about myself for not being able to make it important enough to work super hard. So the whole rest of the race I do this: “This is bullshit. I’m never racing again. I can’t take the mind-fuck. So dumb. I’m just gonna run with my audiobook and my NPR on the pretty trail all by my damn self. Stupid race, I hate you and I wish I could punch you in the face.”…”I hope they have asiago cheese bagels. If they do, I’m taking 6 of them home. How many bagels would I need to take in order to come out even with the entry fee?”
It never used to be like that. When my goal was just to finish without dying, I was happy the whole time as long as I was alive and there were Panera bagels at the finish. I’m going back to that mindset and embracing my beginnerlyness. I don’t like to strive for it and I don’t like to be in pain after. It’s not in my nature to strive. If the apocalypse happens, I will be the one begging for a cyanide pill instead of learning how to hunt. And, if you know me, you know I loooove to read books and studies that already confirm my own beliefs. That’s why John Bingham is my new best friend. His book No Need for Speed has brought running joy back. And now that I’ve embraced this philosophy instead of fighting it, I feel like a real runner.
I used to have a “runner girl” sticker on my van, but then I took it off because I didn’t feel like a real runner. Now I feel like a real runner, but my own kind of runner so I uploaded my header image to Cafe Press and now I have this sticker on my van:

Liberty drew that picture for me 3 years ago and now the “Liberty!” means so much more. It means “Suck it, races, I can do what I want!”

