The plan took a new direction
I had a tough conversation yesterday. I was not afraid to have it, but there are some that feel awkward to have.
I thought I had made a decision. My intent was that I "was done." My mind was made up.
I began by asking about the direction we were taking. I shared my concerns and frustrations. I continued with a bit of back story. I said the words, "I do not feel valued any longer." I owned my own "stuff." I also listened.
By the end, I made a decision. It was not the one I expected to make.
I presented three options-- 1. Disassociate altogether; 2. Go back to what has been the standard; or 3. Associate with clear boundaries with which we both can tolerate.
I knew that Option 2 was not going to happen. I found myself saying that Option 1 was not really what I wanted, but I understood that we might both agree it was time to do so.
I suggested three more months, setting definitive guidelines as the plan of action. We both stated what was needed, expected, and desired. Three months, but one day at a time.
It felt good to have a conversation where two adults could approach the situation with open communication, willing to listen and seek to understand.
It is also nice to know that I am mature and flexible enough to change my mind, even if I thought it was already decided.
There was a time that I might not have budged.
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