Showing posts with label the other side. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the other side. Show all posts
www.tips-fb.com ~* Ash *~
It's happened to another one of my married friends. After a long discussion, Mrs. R's husband packed up his stuff, headed to another state, and got his own apartment. While he moved away from their house, their dog, and their life as they knew it; she turned to her mother and friends for support and comfort. There was stress and tears on both sides, but they know that it's for the best.... After all, she'll be joining him in about a year.

Okay, so maybe they aren't exactly "separated" in the traditional sense of the word. He got his dream job, and she hasn't found an opportunity in that area yet. Instead of leaving her current teaching position a month before school starts, she's going to do her own job search and hopes to find something by next summer.

Living apart for a bit will be stressful and difficult. However, only having one income in an expensive city with few friends and no family has its own set of problems. In their situation, they decided that it just makes more sense to go their separate ways (for now).


They're not the only ones that I know who are "happily separated." Long-distance marriages are becoming more common these days. The proverbial picket fence has expanded across state and country borders between the tough economy, existence of two-income households, ease of transportation, advancements in communication, and the professional culture of several industries.

I have another friend with a baby whose husband is halfway across the world in the military. A co-worker and her husband left their honeymoon and went back to live in different countries. My "buddy" at the consultant firm where I will be applying in the fall spends half the week away from home, while her husband takes care of their toddler. In fact, I just met a newlywed who will be doing a post-doc in Michigan while her husband is in school 500+ miles away.

I'm torn about the situation. Lu and I were apart for four months while we were dating. We texted and emailed all day, video-chatted every night, cuddled with our namesakes -- created at Build-a-Bear -- when we went to sleep, and managed to see each other about every three weeks. We did what we could to make the best of the situation, but there were some things that we missed: cooking together, lazy Saturdays, goodnight kisses, etc. In addition, our lives were disconnected. He didn't know all of the people that I was meeting at work. I wasn't there when he hung out with labmates and friends.

We were still together, but we were building separate lives. This was hard enough to handle while we were dating, but it's a huge "no-no" when it comes to married life. Once you take those vows, you're together. You are one. Period.

However, does this mean that one spouse should totally uproot their comfortable life while the other pursues a short-term opportunity? Conversely, should the spouse with the opportunity turn down a chance to go after his or her passion? What effect will the resulting anger, resentment, financial hardships, etc. have on the quality of married life?

When I finish my degree, my goal is to get an administrative job at the university where I am currently a student. (Whew! Yes, I just put my goal out there.) With that said, I'll still be pursuing other local opportunities that fit with my skills and interests. I'm not even thinking about going after jobs that will put distance between Lu and me. Buuutt that doesn't mean that the perfect, out-of-state, career opportunity won't land in my lap. Nor does it mean that I wouldn't take said opportunity if that's the best option available.

I think the answer lies in open communication and dedication to the relationship. A marriage can fall apart with two people living under the same roof and sharing a bed every night. Long-distance marriages are tough. Even when you make the best of the situation, they're not fun. They're not romantic. They're not what most people dream of when they say "I do."

However, they can work. If Lu and I agree that a short-term opportunity is good for the betterment of our future, then it's at least worth a shot.
www.tips-fb.com ~* Ash *~
Here are three conversations I've had today:

Convo 1
Friend: Hey! How're you?


Me: Exhausted. I've had such a crazy day!


Friend: I completely understand. Things will calm down after the wedding.

Convo 2

Potential Research Advisor: We've got a lot of projects coming up. I think you'd be great to bring on board.


Me: Thanks! I've got a ton on my plate this year. Maybe we can touch base a few times a month and sit down around the middle of next semester to see if you still need me?


Potential Research Advisor: Sounds like a plan! No worries, I completely understand. Things will calm down after the wedding.

Convo 3

Mary Kay Consultant: You have such an outgoing personality. You're a natural salesperson!


Me: I worked in sales before and had a lot of fun, but I'm really not interested in going back into it.


Mary Kay Consultant: I completely understand. We can talk details when things calm down after the wedding!

This was JUST today!!!

I have more going on in my life than the wedding... a lot more.

To my friend: I'm actually running into a wall trying to schedule my prospectus defense. I also went to a meeting this morning about mentoring undergraduate research assistants for the year, moved into my new office, updated my website, arranged meetings and sold three things I posted on Craigslist, called my cheerleaders' mothers to put together a phone chain, and started writing thank you notes for my bridal shower. On top of that, I still have to do some editing and fold laundry.... The wedding was the least of my concerns, but thanks for asking.

To my potential advisor: I said I couldn't meet with you until next semester.... The wedding is 5 weeks away, the middle of next semester is 5 months away. You're smart. Do the math.

To the Mary Kay consultant: Your products are great. However, I've seen too many of my friends waste their time, money, and energy trying to sell Mary Kay. I'm not doing it. Period.

Undoubtedly, some people will be offended by my bluntness and take how I'm feeling the the wrong way. I'm prepared to deal with that. I have tried my best to be candid with you about every aspect of preparing of marriage, and this is something that I've been facing.

To be clear, it's not that I don't want people to ask me about the wedding. I'd love to chat about what's going on, answer questions, and fill you in on any updates. Weddings are fun, weddings are exciting, and they bring you back into contact with old friends and loved ones.

And it's certainly not that I'm unappreciative of your support. I'm grateful to my friends, family, and the random strangers that read my blog.  It has been amazing to document everything going on at this important stage of my life. The writing is therapeutic, the comments make me smile, the suggestions have been great, and I know that I will treasure this blog for years to come.

Just please don't assume that all of my worries and stress involve the wedding. I know that this blog does discuss the wedding and wedding preparation, but keep in mind that this is just one facet of the many sides of my life.

Before I was engaged, I had a full life. After the wedding, I'll still have a full life and have to also consider Lu's wants and needs.

All the stuff that's been pushed to the back burner because of wedding planning? Yeah, that's still there.

Settling in to our new lives? Yep, we'll have to deal with that.

My research, my mentoring, my friendships, my coaching, my editing, and not to mention cooking, cleaning, and taking care of my dog? These things were never put on pause!

I know that many of you come from a good place, but I'm still the same active, involved, busy Ashley now that I was before I was "Ashley the bride." Wedding or not, that won't change anytime soon.

With that being said, if you'd like me to start a blog about political science, coaching cheerleading, or being a free-lance editor after October 16, then that's always an option!
www.tips-fb.com ~* Ash *~
When I was 8, I rode the Big Bad Wolf at Busch Gardens. Although it was my first roller coaster, I can't really recall much about that particular ride. However, I do remember that the news that summer seemed to be full of reports on mechanical failures, injuries, and even a few deaths at amusement parks.

I did not ride another coaster for four years.

The Big Bad Wolf at Busch Gardens in VA

Succumbing to peer pressure and the blind invincibility of adolescence, I decided to try out a brand new rollercoaster that was touted to be one of the scariest of its time: The Outer Limits Flight of Fear at Kings Dominion. The ride went from 0-60 mph in five seconds flat... plunging you into total darkness.

During the two-hour wait to get on the ride, I was excited. Of course, I'd get a bit nervous as I watched the videos describing the ride's features and the warnings to pregnant women and those with breathing conditions. (I did take my asthma inhaler that morning, right?)

Nonetheless, as I was strapped into that ride, I was happy to the point of giddiness. I was on it, and I was ready!

Then they made us wait, and wait, and wait. The longer I sat there, the more anxious I felt. At first I just wanted the ride to hurry up and go, but then I felt the overwhelming urge to just get off while I could. I'd known that many others had survived this before, but they weren't me. What if something horrible happened?

All of the mental preparation and logic vanished as I was catapulted into a world of mystery, steel, and speed. While I was going through the twists, turns, and loops, I'd see flashes of light every now and then. Some helped to illuminate the track, while others were further disorienting.

It seemed like sound was magnified. All around me, I heard a combination of screams and laughter.... I think I did a little bit of both.

When everyone got off the ride and blinked as they re-entered light, some people were pumped to ride again and ran straight back to the end of the line. They loved the energy and the excitement.

Others were in tears, crying that they'd never get on another ride again that day... or perhaps the rest of their lives. Still others were in shock, processing what they'd just experienced.

As for me, I rode 5 more rollercoasters that day. Call me a convert (or a masochist), but there was something about the thrill of the unknown that was exhilarating.



Yep, this about sums up the range of emotions.


This is how I feel now: engagement and the first year(s) of marriage are like being strapped into the Outer Limits and taking off into darkness.

We trust God (i.e. the ultimate engineer/designer). We've listened to our parents and counselors. We've even read the "warnings" to prepare ourselves. On top of that, we can rattle off examples of people -- including both of our parents -- who have not only survived, but also enjoyed marriage.

At the same time, we don't know the twists and turns that we'll face in our life together. Will Lu and I experience a thriller coaster or something more like those river rapid rides: mostly calm with a few bumps and the threat of getting drenched if you don't steer correctly?

All in all, I think I know what I've signed up for; however, honestly, I really have no idea what we'll experience.

I feel like I'm back on the Outer Limits, but this time I have a steering wheel, a gas pedal, and a brake. While Lu and I do have some control, only God knows what the track of our life together looks like.

Regardless of the ups, downs, and even some loops that Lu and I will face, I know we're prepared for one heck of a ride.
www.tips-fb.com J
Apologies in advance for the length of this post. I decided to include some "commercials" to break it up a little bit.

While at work the other day, I came across a good friend's gchat status that had an interesting article linked to it. The article, entitled Do you want to get married or do you want to be a husband?, was a great read and hit home with some issues I've been thinking about and dealing with lately as I prepare to take Val's hand in marriage. 

The article asks a seemingly basic question (see title), but the answer can completely define the role and responsibility you assume as a man in the marriage, including whether or not it's successful.

Being married and being a husband are two completely different ventures, and even though we usually assume that only women marry for status, men oftentimes do the same. The status that one gains from such a strategic move is totally different than for a women. While women seek to attain certain levels of socioeconomic security, men seek to fulfill an innate desire: to be the provider. Now let me be clear before you start going off about your baby's daddy/dead-beat dad/stepdad etc, and how he hasn't tried in the least to take care of you or his kids...I'm only referring to men who actually want to find a wife and start a family. 

There are some men who marry only because it's one step in a staircase of goals they envisioned themselves climbing. They've already checked some things off their list like obtaining a degree, starting a career, building a financial future, and now marriage is next item on the list. They need a woman by their side to make them balanced, and kids to relive their childhood with. They've envisioned themselves as little league coaches, and are ready for those father daughter dances where she stands on his feet. 

Most of the time these men are between 28 and 35 and see dating as more of an interview process. You meet basic requirements (smart, pretty, good family, you know "wifey material"), and he's interested...have a little more going for you and he's ready to drop down on one knee within six months.

To these men marriage is like a good business deal, both parties bring something worthwhile to the table and happiness is a handshake away. 

I'm not saying this to bash these guys, I was once one myself. I had my plan... go to college, get a degree, go to graduate school to get my PhD, find someone during my last few years, get engaged after finishing, and get married sometime during my post-doc. By then I would be debt free, have a solid investment portfolio, and have a nice loft in some metropolitan city with a nice skyline view and décor I would have collected from my various international travels. I would be a great cook and wine aficionado, with a private jazz collection that made any candlelight dinner in the words of Nat "unforgettable." I'd have a fitness regime that rivaled an olympic athlete, so there's no way my kids would wear me out.

I'd be coach  of the year, dad of the year, and be able to grill the best burgers, on the best lawn in the neighborhood. 


So what happened to this plan?

I met someone who accepted me the way I am, who didn't want or need me to be anything other than what I was. In fact, we've grown together. We cook together, go wine tasting, go to live jazz performances, and have started strengthening our financial security.

But my fantasy's not completely gone: we've discussed subleasing what's soon-to-be "our" condo next summer to rent a loft in Ann Arbor.

All in all, that guy I was trying to become before I met "her" is the guy I'm becoming because I met her (Val that is).

Anyway, back to the point at hand. This isn't supposed to be a post about Val, it's about me... no, wait, that's the problem. As a husband, it's no longer just me. Everything I do -- or don't do for that matter -- in some way, shape, form, or fashion affects Val. And thus, I'm back to point of this blog: I have to be a husband, not just the world's best married man.

During one of our premarital counseling sessions, we talked about the role of the husband and wife in a marriage. It's often stereotyped that the man is the head of the household, the "king of his castle" per se.  He makes the decisions and marches the troops forward. This mindset however is severely flawed.

Husbands are called to lead, but are called to do so for the service of his wife/family. Thus, a good husband is described as a servant leader.

From first thought I figured this wouldn't be that hard of a challenge. I was in Boy Scouts for the majority of my adolescent life and JROTC throughout high school. In college, I served as a mentor and tutor for various different outreach programs. And even now, I take time to give back to organizations and programs that have helped me along the way. The problem, however, is that this service only takes place during nicely scheduled time blocks. The rest of the time my life has a heavy focus on satisfying my own wants/needs.   

As a husband, this has to change. Service to Val and our future family becomes top priority. My life, my wants, my needs must take a back seat to theirs. If they're good... I'm good. If not, it's my job to try and make it better. I must serve their needs before serving my own. 


I quickly realized that this is going to require a level of responsibility I haven't fathomed. Sure, my parents raised me with the understanding that I had to take responsibility for my own actions. Back then though, responsibility generally meant something like cleaning up after that "tornado" came through my room, finding a safe way to dispose of that concoction I made in the kitchen, or learning to live without nintendo for a few weeks after having my teacher tell my parents "he's a good student, just talks too much in class."

Basically my actions, and the responsibility I had to take for them, only affected me. NOT true anymore. 

Now people are depending on me and in a big way. Not just to keep the cars in running condition, fix leaky faucets, and play catch...but to lend a shoulder to cry on or ears to listen...to change diapers and read bedtime stories...to fix breakfast, lunch, and/or dinner...to check out the weird noise downstairs, and provide reassurance that monsters really aren't under the bed...to know the difference between a plié and a pick and roll (and know how to perform each flawlessly)...to seemingly always have it together when deep down I don't...and to stand when everything around us is falling apart.

Am I there yet? No, not yet. I think it comes with time, but I'm committed to the task at hand. Sure, there will be times when I'll wish I could just snap my fingers to fix everything, or times when selfishness seems much more appealing than selflessness.

But remember, I've still got that innate desire to provide...As a husband I'll be able use that desire to serve Val and our family much better than I would if I was just playing the role of a married man.
www.tips-fb.com ~* Ash *~
When Lu and I brought our decision to marry to our parents, my soon-to-be mother-in-law told us, "Honey, you can always move forward into marriage; but once you're married, you can't go back to dating... even each other!"

As a reformed serial dater, it's kind of disconcerting to realize that I'll never have another first date again. To Lu, this is a relief. He's not exactly the smooth, "here's a pick-up line and a cocktail" type of guy, which is one reason why I fell for him. The whole dating dance was always stressful.

On the other hand, I found dating fun -- especially first dates. To give you a brief background of my love life, I had a pretty destructive, dysfunctional five-year relationship with my high school "sweetheart." When we finally split for good, I realized just how great it was to be free from the stress of a relationship. I truly loved being single.

However, it was a challenge to stay single because there was always someone interested in getting to know me better. It wasn't like I was looking for anyone. Men would just kinda pop up.

I'd meet a friend-of-a-friend at a get-together, a happy hour, at church, or just hanging out. We'd end up having a nice conversation; and a few days later, one of my girlfriends (usually Mrs. R) would say, "Remember so-and-so? Y'all were chatting it up last Saturday? Well, he asked about you, and he's such a great guy, so I gave him your number/email address/AIM screen name. I know you're doing this single-thing or whatever, but one date won't hurt -- just to see what he's like."

And sooo, I became the queen of first dates. I'd go out with a guy, and sometimes it was immediately obvious that we just wouldn't work out. I actually enjoyed this outcome -- I'd get a free meal and a new friend.

Other times, we'd click perfectly -- which put me into a semi-panic because I was never sure if I was really ready to get into a relationship. Actually, I was pretty sure that I wasn't, so I'd end up a) ignoring the poor guy, b) purposely trying to drive him away, or c) giving a half-hearted effort at trying to make it work in a weird, 3-6 month pseudo-relationship where we look, act, and talk like a couple without the "titles."

Clearly, I shouldn't have been dating.

Why was I? Well, blame it on curiosity, boredom, or social norms, but it was really hard to turn down dinner and a movie with a nice, handsome, intelligent man with a quirky sense of humor, shy smile, and great potential for success.

In the long run, dating actually helped heal the wounds of my past relationship. Instead of becoming jaded and cynical, I realized that good guys did exist. There were not only plenty of fish in the sea, but there was an entire ocean of men who weren't possessive, manipulative, jealous, rude, coasting through life, etc. I had an amazing time meeting new people and wondering about the potential that I could have with them.

Another benefit of both my long-term relationship and serial dating, was that I could quickly identify the qualities that I didn't want. I could easily spot men who were arrogant, self-absorbed, full of lies and excuses, playing the field, wanted a trophy instead of a partner, or conversely more interested in my résumé than me (i.e. "I'm smart and hot, you're smart and hot. Let's be a super-couple, and take over the world! Then we'll pass it on to our genetically and financially gifted children to continue our legacy of domination.").... Um, no thanks.

When I met Lu, I'd come across a lot of guys who made me feel beautiful, intelligent, funny, sexy, and even adored. However, dating Lu brought a new feeling that I had never experienced in my first dates or my awkward pseudo-relationships: safety.

I didn't recognize what this feeling was until our first pre-marital counseling session with the late Apostle Robert Hill and his wife Pastor Barbara Hill. They asked us both a seemingly simple question, "How do you know you love the other person?"

We launched into long monologues about the big feelings and the small details that let us know that what we were feeling was true love. We discussed what made this relationship special, and we tried to put into words why this was different than anything we'd experienced before.

After we'd poured out our feelings, Apostle Hill said, in his soft-spoken yet direct way, "It's rare for people, especially men, to be able to go into such detail about why they love someone. Two things that I heard from you that make me convinced that you're going into marriage for the right reasons are that Ashley makes you feel worthy and Jeremy makes you feel safe. Those are the cornerstone for any successful marriage."

Safe? Hmmm, well I guess that was true. As a woman who prides herself on independence, I realized that I'd grown to trust Lu to take care of me. Not to totally take over my life, but I didn't mind him stepping in where he was needed.

When I had surgery last year, he was there. When my car needed to be fixed, he articulated the problem to the mechanic naturally. When I was stressed about prelims, he would come over and cook dinner, walk Maggie, or just bring me bubble tea to help me through. I didn't rely on Lu to do these things, but I felt comfortable handing him the reins.

The topic of safety and security came up in our other counseling sessions often. I realized that this was the one thing that I'd never felt in other relationships. The one thing that sent me running after the first date. I never felt that I could not only let my guard down, but also let someone else take control of something that was "mine" and truly integrate him into my life.

Sure, I'll miss the coquettish flirting and the witty charm that comes with those first few dates. I'll miss the slight hesitation that comes with a guy reaching for my hand for the first time or putting an arm around my shoulder. I feel slightly disappointed when someone smiles at me from across the room, and then his gaze drops to my left hand and he moves on. (Although, the ring check is honestly a pretty cool experience, too.)

Nonetheless, there's nobody who I'd rather date than Lu. Nobody whose shoulder is the perfect resting place for my head. Nobody who I can make up random words and be completely goofy with on an otherwise normal day. Nobody who I'd rather dress up and put on perfume for before we go out. Nobody who I could see myself waking up next to at 65 and still thinking he's the most handsome man in the world, even with a potbelly, bifocals, and gray hair.

Lu is my best friend, my refuge, and the man who makes me confident that the giddiness and the fun of a million first dates are nothing compared to a lifetime with someone who knows me -- even the not so witty and charming parts -- and loves me for it.