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Intimacy Rituals

Monday, December 28th, 2009

Take time to talk.

Have you ever noticed how a good marriage has the attributes of friendship?  Someone’s there to zip your dress, give an opinion about what tie goes with the jacket, fetch aspirin for your headache, and (and this is important!) laugh at your jokes, funny or goofy. Good stuff. But what sustains a marriage and what makes living together on a daily basis, with all the ups and downs, easy and comfortable is Emotional Intimacy. That’s why it’s important for every couple to have intimacy rituals that can be practiced daily.

No, I don’t mean candles, heated massage oil, and the hot tub. Those are great—for sexual intimacy. But let’s not confuse physical intimacy with emotional intimacy. In the falling-in-love fireworks stage of your relationship, intimacy equaled SEX! But once you settle into your nest, the stork pays a visit or two, there’s a lawn to be mowed, the cat has to go to the vet, kids need chauffeuring or help with homework, the car breaks down, the toilet backs up, one of you loses a job, gets sick, or has an argument with a friend. All of that makes you too tired to think, let alone jump each other’s bones.

When the now-less-frequent opportunity for sex presents itself, there are times when you really do have a headache, are beyond irritated by your mouthy teen-ager’s attitude, have an early flight to catch, or for whatever reason you’re just not in the mood. It’s a bummer, I agree, but you just cannot rely on sex to provide the intimacy you need to have a great relationship. Yes, a good sex life is important, but without emotional intimacy, your marriage is likely to wither and die no matter how great the sex may be.

Intimacy rituals don’t have to be complicated or take a big chunk of time and can even be part of a daily chore or event. Here’s what Hubby Dale and I do. At the beginning of the day, Dale sits in the bathroom and chats with me while I get dressed for the office. We don’t talk about anything special, we’re just together for a few minutes before we go our separate ways. We come back together over dinner. We don’t answer the phone and the TV is off. We talk about current events or Dale’s trip to the grocery store where he ran into a friend, we chuckle over something cute a grandchild said, we plan a dinner party, or revisit a favorite memory. An eavesdropper would find it mundane, but for us, it’s a reconnection after being apart all day.

For you, an intimacy ritual might be calling each other on your lunch hour and taking 15 minutes to catch up on your day, cooking dinner together, doing an evening crossword puzzle, playing dominoes, or turning off the TV, snuggling and chatting for 20 minutes before going to sleep.

Converting an everyday event into an intimacy ritual may require nothing more than a change in how you view that activity. Finding the time may be as easy as doing together what one usually does alone. Bathing the baby, pulling weeds, grocery shopping, preparing the evening meal, washing the cars, etc., are all opportunities for the kind of togetherness that fosters emotional intimacy. You just need the right state of mind.

Give it a try and see how much closer you will be.  Then, let me know how it works out.

Remarriage: The Blend Setting on the Cuisinart of Life

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

Elvis on Velvet

It’s been 10+ years since I did the remarriage thing. And I’ll admit it, I’m one of the lucky ones. Hubby Dale lived on a boat. He had nothing (I’m not kidding, nothing) to move into my house that I had decorated precisely to my taste. No recliner. No Elvis-on-Velvet art. Nada. All he asked was 3 feet of closet space. With some pushing and condensing I managed to squeeze out just about that much. And, he has no kids. Blending our lives was pretty simple. But for many couples, remarriage is all about blending. The kids. The finances. The pets. The former in-laws. All of that’s a breeze, however, compared to blending your stuff.

You’ve both got a house full of furniture, art, knickknacks, and–‘fess up–a ton of crap that by any standard belongs in a garage sale at best, more likely in the trash. But it’s your crap, thank you very much, and you’re attached to it: the molded-to-his-backside recliner with cup holder and duct-tape-repaired rip…the tattered-but-beloved bed canopy your great-grandmother crocheted in the previous century…the paint-by-number landscape your grown-up son did as a ten-year old…the ceramic frog collection you started as a kid that now occupies an entire bookcase. It’s no small task to find a place for all that stuff let alone tastefully mix early American milk glass with contemporary chrome ‘n glass.

Remarriage. Yep, it’s a challenge. It’s enough to make one seriously contemplate Katharine Hepburn’s approach. She said, “I often wonder whether men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.” I dunno, Katharine. Sharing the nest with your sweetheart is pretty darned nice. So, think of all that stuff-blending as an opportunity to score points (or what my hubby and I call Frequent Foreplay Miles). If you do, you’ll find yourselves each giving in a little and before you know it, you’ll have your cozy nest just the way it should be, recliner, ceramic frogs and all.

The Meltdown: Another Ticket to Marital Intimacy

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

Hey, check out my just-published article.  Here’s an excerpt . . .

Aaaaaaarrrrggggghhh!!!!!!

Things go wrong. The oven malfunctions, the appetizer burns, and your snooty in-laws arrive to a smoke-filled house. You’re leaving for your brother’s wedding and the baby throws up on the perfect silk dress you shopped for months to find. The flight home from the conference your boss made you attend is late. You miss your own birthday party.
A meltdown is yours to have. The sweetheart who wants to earn points (or what my hubby and I call Frequent Foreplay Miles) shows support with, “That really sucks!” and leaves you to rant ‘n rave until you realize you’ve crossed the line from justifiably upset to childish.

There are times, however, when the meltdown is up for grabs and goes to the first taker . . .

Read the entire article at DivaToolbox.com: The Meltdown: Another Ticket to Marital Intimacy

Get Old. Get Happy. Creating Intimacy by Hangin' in There!

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

News flash!  The older you are the happier you are–or so says a new study. I’m not surprised.

Shela and Dale.

I’ve reached the big six-oh and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I no longer care–as I did in my youth–about wearing shoes that look fabulous when you’re sitting down but in which you cannot walk more than 2 steps without wincing in agony. I dress around my bunions and I do not care if my shoes are slightly less–okay a lot less–fashionable than strappy little 5″ stilettos. I’m a grandparent and happy about it. I feel sorry for other grandparents who think their grandkids are the cutest kids ever born. Mine really are and I unabashedly proclaim that to the entire world. But here’s the really cool thing. I may be creeping up on old age faster than I’d like, but I’m doin’ it with my best friend, my sweetheart, my lover, my hang out buddy. He’s the guy who makes me laugh, who gets my jokes, who sighs with sympathy when my lower back aches, who doesn’t care that I don’t wear stilettos, and with whom I can while away hours on end with memories of great times we’ve had and plan even more of the same. He’s the guy who, while we sit on the sofa watching TV, reaches over to hold my hand and with that quiet small-but-intimate gesture says, “I love you.”  He’s the guy who, with just a smile, can make my heart sing. In your early days, intimacy comes with fireworks.  There’s only one thing as good as that: the kind of contented intimacy that comes with time and experience.

When you’re at your wit’s end, or your sweetheart has done something so clueless you wonder if he or she has suffered a head injury, or you find yourself remembering your single days with fondness, hang in there. Your reward will be the happiness and contentment that comes with having grown old together. It’s pretty darned special.

Take Your Marriage Vitamins 'Cuz Divorce is Bad for Your Health

Friday, July 31st, 2009

Let me outa' here!!

CNN ran a story a day or two ago about how divorce has a permanently bad affect on your mental and physical health. In my case NOT getting a divorce would have had a permanently bad affect on my mental—and his physical—health!! Sometimes we just blow it. Maybe we’re  too young to get married, lookin’ for love in the wrong place, or too screwed up to know when to just say, “No!” Then, we come to our senses and divorce is the answer.

Having said that, divorce sucks no matter what. Did you know that a huge percentage of people who get a divorce are sorry they threw in the towel and wish they’d tried harder? I get it. I am crazy in love with my hubby Dale and I don’t miss my ex (nice guy that he may be), but I kinda’ sorta’ wish  I’d done it right from the get-go and avoided the divorce track altogether. My kid would have grown up in a two-parent home and I’d probably have a lot more money in the bank. Sigh.

So, look, if you find yourself envying your single friends, you or your sweetie are spending way too much time on thin ice or in the dog house, or you find yourself wondering if the jail time for physical assault is worth it, maybe it’s time to put the attitude brakes on and make a U-Turn in the way you think about your still-significant-other. Try this: Take a quiet moment to list five times when your sweetheart made you think you’re the luckiest person on the planet. Those times don’t have to be the stuff of epic romance novels, just sweet times. Maybe it’s the day you planted the now fully matured roses, or sat on a bench holding hands enjoying the view, or cooked Thai food together for the first time. Reliving those memories just might give you the oomph to work a tad harder at keeping your marriage together. It’s like vitamins—taking one won’t make you healthy, but it’s a step in the right direction.

Whadya got to lose?

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