Control in Marriage and Close Relationships
Control in a marriage almost never announces itself. Nobody says they’re controlling their spouse. What they say is that somebody has to keep this family running. Frankly, that’s usually accurate….
Control in a marriage almost never announces itself. Nobody says they’re controlling their spouse. What they say is that somebody has to keep this family running. Frankly, that’s usually accurate….
Parenting is the only job I know of where doing it well means becoming less necessary every year. Every other role rewards indispensability. This one requires you to deliberately engineer…
I wrote a post last month about sorting out what’s yours and what isn’t. This one’s about what happens after the sorting. That’s the part nobody tells you and it’s…
There is a difference between what a “control” is and what a “boundary” is. A control is a rule you make for somebody else. A boundary is a rule you…
Helping is good. I want to start there, because this post is going to make some of you uncomfortable and I don’t want it misread as an argument for indifference….
Somebody made a decision and now you’re living in it. He left. She relapsed. Your business partner did something reckless. Maybe your parents sold the place. Your kid dropped out….
You can’t control other people. Even when you love them. Especially when you love them, actually, because love is the thing that makes us think we should be able to….
There’s a version of this list on every therapy office wall in America. I have mixed feelings about it, because the tidy version leaves out everything that makes it hard….
This is the distinction I draw on paper more than any other, and once people see it they start seeing it everywhere. Responsibility is about your actions. Control is about…
There’s a certain kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix. You get eight hours and wake up heavy. You take the vacation and come back the same. You keep thinking…
In July you can’t see thirty feet into those woods behind my place. By the first week of November you can see all the way to the fence line, and…
I learned something a few years back that rearranged how I talk about boundaries, and it came from a forestry page I was reading for no good reason at eleven…
I had a client tell me once that she felt like a hallway. Everybody walked through her to get somewhere else. However, nobody stopped to see what was on the…
Here is a pattern I see all the time, and it breaks my heart a little every time I see it. Somebody does real healing work. Therapy, tools, tears, the…
I asked her what she wanted, and I meant it as a small question. What do you want to see change in your marriage, your week, your life? She laughed…
You can read a driveway like scripture when you love an addict. Which way the tires crunch the gravel, how long the truck sits before the door opens, what the…
“He never hit me. So why do I feel like this?” She asked me that with her hands twisted in her lap, apologizing for taking up an appointment somebody with…
A wreck never claimed to love you. The tornado did not sit across the supper table for eleven years. Whatever else those storms take, they do not take your history…
Most forgiveness advice has a quiet assumption baked into it, and once you spot it, you can’t unsee it. It assumes you can leave. Block the number, move the membership,…
We’ve reached the last stretch of this series, and I want to open it with a picture from every Southern porch I’ve ever loved. The screen door. A screen door…