From the monthly archives:

June 2011

No Expectations.

by Claire on June 24, 2011

When I was dating my ex-husband, he used to tell me he had no expectations for our relationship. I don’t think I was savvy enough then – or had enough self-esteem – to realize just what that meant or what the impact of that type of behavior was having on me, so I stayed with him far longer than I should have. I’ve been hearing it again recently and so my little mind has been noodling on it for a bit. 

When someone – in just about any scenario – tells you they have no expectations, rest assured that’s a big fat lie.  Everyone has expectations. It’s human nature. When I flip the switch on the wall, I expect the light to come on. When my boss hires me, she expects me to do certain work in return for my wages.

In relationships, we all have expectations. It’s inevitable. We have an expectation that we’ll be picked up (or met) at the agreed upon time. We have an expectation that the other person will be honest and forthright with us. We have an expectation that each person will participate equally in the relationship.We have an expectation that the other person will have our back and be our lead cheerleader. There’s more, but you get the gist. Right?

I think the original intent of the phrase is that we should not set unreasonable expectations on another person – that is, we should not expect them to be anything other than who they are. I’m having a hard time coming up with examples that won’t offend someone in some way, but I think you get the idea. People are who they are. We can’t and shouldn’t try to change them because it doesn’t work.

Lately, it seems to me that the trend with some men (I don’t know about women because I don’t date women) is that they tend to overuse this phrase, and with the wrong intent. They use it as a cop out, a smokescreen for the inability to commit or fully participate in a relationship. It may also be their way of letting me know up front that they have no dreams, no future vision, no hopes. Or it may be their way of letting me know they are only interested in “friends with benefits” even if they deny that. The men I’ve dated who have said this end up being the ones that ran the fastest when held accountable to reasonable expectations. 

And I do hold them accountable. I hold myself accountable to the highest degree. Why should I expect less from someone I want to be partners with? Admittedly, maybe this all says more about my picker being broken than anything else.

Just sayin’. What do you think?

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Refresher Course

by Claire on June 17, 2011

The universe has a twisted sense of humor if you can call it that. It’s not like I haven’t seen enough of the insides of hospitals the past couple years. It’s been a couple months since the last time my daughter had surgery, and my mom’s last visit to the emergency room was Easter Sunday.

Today, I just happened to be at my mom’s old condo about 15 minutes away from where she now lives in the assisted living home. She called and said she needed to go to the ER because she was vomiting. Off I went. It’s like an instant reflex any more. No emotions, I just go. Although I do get stressed when it comes to my mom. She’s 91 and one of these days the trip to the ER won’t turn out so well.

This time, however, we were greeted instantly by the same doctor who saw her on Easter Sunday. I really think he made a beeline for her when he saw her come in. He’s such a cool guy. And mom was funny. About an thirty minutes in she kept telling me that I didn’t need to stay. Like, um, where was I going to go, and how the hell was she going to get home? I stayed. An hour later, after IV and tests, she’s feeling better and kept asking for watermelon. That’s the first thing I got her when we got her home.

Anyway, short story short, we were only there for three hours and released. I kind of feel like the whole evening was a refresher course so I could remember my way around the hospitals. Um, I really didn’t need the refresher course, oh dear Universe. And please, don’t take me back there again any time soon, mkay?

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I Kid You Not

June 12, 2011

I think my daughter thought I was exaggerating when I told her how high the grass was in the back yard. Our Chihuahuas have literally been getting lost in the weeds. I have not been concerned this spring with doing anything to mow it down until time to get ready for the major overhaul I’ve [...]

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Designer Wannabe

June 11, 2011

When I was a young girl in school, my dream career was any one of three: writer, interior designer, or fashion designer. I ended up making a living from the first, but I still have a love and passion for the other two. Possibly because it appeals to the artistic, creative side of me. I [...]

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Hot Wheels

June 10, 2011

The theme for the last weekend we had sun here (and maybe the only weekend we’ll have sun this year, it seems so far) was wheels. Wheels of every type. Motorized, pedaled, two or four, it was the choice of the neighborhood up at my daughter’s house. I had all four of my grandkids out [...]

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We Interrupt This Bachelorette Recap – Kind of.

June 8, 2011

Episode 3 of Ashley Hebert’s season was much more than just a cheesy reality show, in my opinion. Sure, it was full of goofball dates that I’d never want to go on – like a Flash Mob dance that was played out like it was impromptu but wasn’t. And examples of how a girl who’s [...]

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Musicality

June 1, 2011

I’m the kind of person who can be totally content with silence. Still, quiet, listening only to myself (sometimes not a good idea) or my inner guide (always a good idea if you know which voice to listen to). Or the birds outside. Silence is quite peaceful and serenity-inducing to me. Every now and then, [...]

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