Several posts have been swirling around in my little gray cells for this blog but have not made into words. I was going to write about how our therapy has helped me think less selfishly. In other words, I feel like I have shifted my thoughts from, “I think” to “I think and /or but must understand Dcup’s feelings.”
We are getting better at the relationship. Even so, the other day we both utterly failed in the process. There was snarling and biting and wrestling. We got through it and surely must discuss it further but this post is not about that….
I guess the problem people have sometimes, including us, is that they slip in to familarity. Dcup and I used to do a lot of different things together, not so much any more. We certainly say that it is because of the children and our many other committments. We have slipped into a routine where it is easier not to do this or that. It is comfortable.
Last night I discovered, the family discovered, something different about Dcup. The kids and I have been playing Rockband since Christmas. Good and bad singing and crazy drum pounding and funky guitaring.
Dcup finally joined our band. We are five. Hard as Nails. The kids were pissed at me because I fired our lazy roadies. But we got something better than roadies. Dcup and she can sing. I mean it; she’s good. Last night the game was more fun and it was blast.
Last night, I watched a new and unscene Lisa that I had not observed before. She was singing and she never told me or showed me that talent before. I fell for her again like when we were kids 20 years ago.
