Last year, we took a family camping trip. Me, Hubs, the kiddos, and my parents. My mother fell down a slope and broke her ankle. This resulted in her and Dad heading to the hospital, while Mark and I patrolled four kids who were detoxing from electronics. It was…rough. So initially when I got the idea to go camping again, I was a little wary. This time it would be just me and Mark…what if something goes wrong?
I pushed this thought out of my head with other thoughts, like “you have done nothing this horrible boring summer” and “the nearest hospital is only 19 minutes away-you can drive that while sick.”
And so, I planned a camping trip for the two of us for our anniversary. We are very excited. We have never gone anywhere together. 10 years. Nowhere.
We have been across state to visit his family a few times, but all our time was spent with them. We had no honeymoon, no vacations, no weekend getaways. This will be our very first, and here’s hoping it’s not one of those things we probably should have done before we got married.
I have two worries. One is that I will get sick. The other is that I will fight with Mark.
Now, sick or injured, I have an emergency plan, and a backup emergency plan, and I am confident in my current health. No flareups for six days now, and that’s a very good sign.
But, Hubs…
I love my husband, but he has a frustration issue. Even small frustrations have triggered anger and rage. He works on it, so now it’s mostly just big things that set him off (well, and video games…though we could debate whether that’s a “big thing.”) The problem is, I have a rage issue myself, so when he gets frustrated by, say, A VIDEO GAME, and yells and throws a controller, my initial reaction is to throw something as well because I am angry that he is throwing things. Yes, I see the insanity in that, but it is what it is.
I am afraid we will, say, set up an air mattress, and one or both of us will get frustrated, then enrage the other somehow, resulting in me throwing his belongings into a creek. Or vice versa.
We rarely fight, but this is the one thing that makes us blow: both being frustrated at once. It is rarely the other person, it is almost always the situation, but then we of course turn on each other like wild wolves.
But I have high hopes, because mostly this does not happen at the same time. I can talk him off a ledge. He can talk me off one, too. But if we’re both pissed, just stand back. And hope we’re not pissed at you.
So I’m going to be well and I’m going to have no relationship worries because I’m going to have a perfect trip because we deserve it, damnit. 10 years with this guy! A miracle, I tell you. I will be sure to tell you about it when I get back.
Here’s hoping no one falls down a slope.
(That last lines for you, Ma.)
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