They say in life you can glean how far one will go based on emotional maturity more than IQ. But they also say that genuinely nice people are statistically more likely to not be very wealthy. Which seems more of a chicken/egg dilemma and one I’m not sure I want to believe anyway.
Truthfully, I dislike people that take themselves way too seriously. Of course in business environments, like say a surgeon or accountant or my clientele… then of course, I expect extreme professionalism. Outside of that I prefer to laugh and just “keep it real” in life. But taking yourself seriously and being emotionally mature aren’t the same thing anyway.
Last night Brad put me in a very awkward situation. I willingly went along with him and can’t really blame him too much because I should have known better as well. But one of us has got to be the adult here. And while usually that is me; that really only works when he listens to me and follows my direction.
So after the incident I was very angered and instead of discussing it he decides throwing a pillow at my face would be a good thing. I get pretty infuriated and ask him if he thought that was funny? Then he says to me “you just took me the wrong way; like ALWAYS” and that stupid little statement turned what could have been a relatively simple discussion and sent it into the red zone.
I am a girl. I communicate. It’s what we do. It’s how issues get resolved. But it involves a bit of emotional maturity to sit and have uncomfortable discussions. I’m just not a sweep it under the rug kind of person. I’m not. I like to head things off and I especially don’t like the same issues coming back over an over again.
We just can not keep having all these arguments. I realize I am a demanding woman. Probably because I just happen to know what I want. But I think that’s a great thing because I am very clear about my desires and expectations. It’s not like I painted over the yellow brick road.
All I’m really trying to do here is help him understand my needs within this relationship and trying to help him navigate me; my moods, my desires, my issues. I recognize I may not always be easy, but sometimes I am and more importantly I know I’m more than worth it. I know what I have to offer and I believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that my love is more than worthy.
I just don’t know how far someone can grow their emotional intelligence at his age and I also don’t know how willing he is to try. But I’m also not sure how much Three Stooges behavior I’m willing to put with. At the same time it’s actually really, super cute to see him interact with my 6 year old. She adores him. Why wouldn’t she though? They’re emotionally about the same age. 🙄
And here I was saying that I didn’t want this blog to revert to relationship drama. Ho hum.
Honestly I just don’t have the energy to work so hard at this. I need him to pick up the slack here or like he told me himself he’s been able to do with every other woman in his life except me. “If you want to leave I’ll hold open the door”.