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Love Is a Battlefield
Love Is a Battlefield If you think about it, being a part of a loving relationship has a lot of similarities guerilla warfare. No, not between the two of you, but with the rest of the world. Enemies abound, intent on destroying the union with your partner. They're both internal and external; some may take the guise of a non-threat. Stressful jobs, illness, financial difficulties, challenges as parents, death of a parent, the hot neighbor doing her best insert herself. The list is almost endless of what can attack a relationship. In order for that relationship survive and thrive, it's important both parties work as a two person commando team, defending from multiple enemies, coming from different directions. They need neutralize these enemies, or at least reduce their respective threats, and then get the chopper for exfil. Without both parties fighting as brave warriors, working together, and covering each other's flank, the team (relationship) will be overrun and killed. I think we've all been in relationships where our 'brother in arms' failed to guard our flanks. Perhaps, we were the ones who failed in our duties. Then, there are the all too common relationships that neither have the drive to fight. And what happens when your teammate gets wounded and can no longer fight? I'd argue that's an even greater test of character than how someone fights. My last serious relationship was with someone who it felt as though she was setting off flairs, so the enemy knew where to . And when I got hit, she seemed really sorry, but there was no way she was missing that chopper. My ex-wife could best be characterized as shooting me in the body armor, during the battle, then<b> lying </font></b>about it. Not my finest hour, but I was with someone who fought as a fearless warrior. When one of us got wounded, the other would throw the other over their shoulder and make damned sure they both made the flight home. Ultimately, I shot her just after she threw me onto the chopper floor. Again, not my finest hour. How would you characterize your most memorable relationship? |
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We are strong...no one can tell us we're wrong.
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Love Pat Benatar. Interesting take on relationships. Growing up with a marine dad I can see your analogy. God knows I took a lot of friendly fire in my marriage. But I had to dishonorably discharge her for consorting with the enemy. Only regret is there was no firing squad. Just kidding. I’m a civilian now and would rather not be conscripted again. Now if I can get Arnold’s “Get in da choppa!” Out of my head..... My name is MrWrong and I approved this comment
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Nothing new and also it seems to not to exist anymore
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I'm grateful for all of the times he fought for us when I was unable. I am grateful for all of the times he carried me to the chopper under fire. I wish I could say proudly I had done the same for him, but too often that would be untrue (though he would say I didn't give myself enough credit). For 30 years we've been on this battlefield together and I couldn't ask for a better compatriot. Beautiful analogy.
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