Good is NOT the absence of bad

I read a meditation the other day that said "Goodness is not and should not be the absence of bad".

The example they used was a woman who said that her husband didn't cheat on her, didn't beat her, didn't beat their children so therefore she must have a good marriage.

But she wasn't "happy".

I couldn't fathom that. I don't actually get it, to be honest.


I have friends who have been married for 28 years. They are getting divorced. Very heartbreaking and very sad. They worked reaally hard and the only thing the wife could say was, we just stopped trying. We just stopped working.

I am finding the road to relationships really fabulous but also scary and hard. It's definitely got it's own reward but the pitfalls along the way are frightening. And I admit it, I'm scared.

Witless.

I spoke to my college room -mate today. She knows me in so many ways that surprise me even to this day. She made an observation that I don't really talk about my feelings for another person. And she's right. I don't. I have always played those cards close to the vest.

So I told her that things here in domestic land have changed fairly dramatically. My living situation will be more different than it already has been in the past 3 weeks.

I had reservations because this happened sooner than I expected it. But I think maybe not. I think on some level I must have known because I had ordered all these storage and organization componants. A month ago.

I spent my night clearing out closets and putting away the last remnants of Christmas. Yes. Christmas. And shut up.

I had a lot on my mind which is why I chose the manual labor. YOu see. I met the whore last night. For the first time,

Funny bit. She was sitting at the bar. He and I were standing behind her to the left. The bartender, knowing all of us, looked at him standing between us and said "uh oh".

I almost died laughing. But I was angry. Not because she showed up - unannounced by the way - but because I knew he was going to cave and talk to her.

We packed his gear up. We got paid, and I offered to leave when he said he had to at least be a little bit social. I figured since I was already not happy, why stay and deal with it?

When he got home at 2AM he walked in, woke me up and we had the fight. Basically I didn't handle it well, he understood why, but I didn't put myself in his shoes. So I did. Right there.

I felt bad for him. He had no way to prevent it from happening. I wasn't mad at him and he wasn't mad at me, but we had the discussion because it needed to be said. I was right toom, he caved on h er because she played his heartstrings. What I personally dislike about her, is she uses him to get what she can't get from the other guy. Honey - you can't have it both ways.

He's had so much anger towards her and it dissapated the minutes she sat down. He said she doesn't want him as an enemy (good choice that always goes badly with him). He basically told her he was moving but given the way the night went, he opted not to tell her where - for my sake actually. Could you imagine? First phone call, my head would explode !

I don't consider her a problem for ME. I do consider her a problem for him and I wish that he would cut her off once and for all - even for a few months - just to give him time to heal.

I can't make him and I won't try.

In the light of day and the fact that I had the house to myself for the better part of the late afternoon and all of the evening and night, I re-evaluated some things here.

1. This arrangement is a good step for us both.
2. My feelings for him haven't changed with the new reality that we are in
3. The componants are all there and this appears to be the adhesive we need to glue it all together

I'm a lot more comfortable than I was a day or two ago. I did my pros and cons. The pros outweighed the cons by a landslide.

The absence of bad does not make something good. My relationship has bad but it also has good.

The good outweighs the bad. Each and every time. Why? Because we talk, we discuss and it's done with love and respect. Even if we don't agree.

He's not perfect and neither am I. But together we are a smashing team.