Rachel meets Rachel
A personal diary of triumphs and struggles, family craziness, love stories, travels, recipes, and more.
Monday, June 14, 2021
Deck talk
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
No sleep
Poor guy looked horrible when he woke up this morning. Around 11 he crawled out of bed, saying he'd fallen asleep about 5am. We went to the couch and somehow started talking about everything. He said he had too many thoughts going through his head and needed some answers as to what was going on.
I told him I was working on getting the house list, completing repairs, etc. I'm also working full time, while running a business, meanwhile he currently doesn't have much on his plate so I told him if he was so worried about settling things- he could file and try to get some of those answers he needed. I told him with all I had going on, I simply wasn't in a hurry. We cried....we talked.... He said if I'm going to owe you money for the next 2.5 years I'd like to know how much that will be? I said well, I can't give you those answers, so again, if you want to know, call an attorney and start the process. We discussed again if lawyers were the best route to go and I know in my heart it is. Last time we talked he said that he didn't feel he owed me alimony because I wasn't a good enough wife basically. Emotionally and mentally, I just can't endure those kinds of conversations anymore so I just won't have any part of that. I'm not going to sit by while he decides what he thinks he owes me based on his interpretation of 'how good of a wife I've been.' That's just total bullshit. I'm pretty sure if you ask any ex-husband they'll say their ex-wives don't deserve a dime, which is why there are laws around this sort of thing. It was a pretty civil conversation overall.
When he started to get sad and angry, as he always does, to try to get back on top-- he lashed out and asked What was going to happen to Stressed Mamas? I said, what do you mean? He said, well you started it while we were married so I own half. I told him cool, the attorneys can deal with that too. Not allowing him to get a rise out of me which is exactly what he wants. I simply can't be cut any lower, which he continues to try to do. Does he really want half of my business? It's fucking ridiculous.
I just can't.... I can't watch him punch his way out of these corners anymore, it's sad. Just really sad that he just tries and tries to hurt me, I wonder where he learned that...?
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Jamaican Jerk Burgers with Orange-Chipotle Mayo
http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Jamaican-Jerk-Burgers-with-Orange-Chipotle-Mayonnaise-107083
Jamaican Jerk Burgers with Orange-Chipotle Mayo
Yields 6 burgers
Ingredients
- 1 cup mayonnaise
- 3 tablespoons orange juice
- 1 tablespoon minced canned chipotle chilies*
- 1 bunch green onions, coarsely chopped (about 1 1/2 cups)
- 1 tablespoon chopped fresh thyme
- 1 small habañero chili or 2 medium jalapeño chilies, seeded, chopped
- 1 garlic clove, peeled
- 1/2 cup (packed) golden brown sugar
- 1/2 cup vegetable oil
- 1/2 cup soy sauce
- 1 teaspoon ground allspice
- 2 pounds ground beef (15% or 20% fat)
- 6 sesame-seed hamburger buns, toasted
- 1 onion, thinly sliced
- 3 tomatoes, sliced
- 6 romaine lettuce leaves
preparation
Mix all ingredients in small bowl. Season to taste with salt and pepper. (FYI- I usually cut this in half and it still makes plenty.)
Finely chop first 4 ingredients in processor. Add sugar and next 3 ingredients; process until almost smooth. Season with salt and pepper.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
If by playing games you mean UNO, then yes, I play games.
I don't get this. I mean if you want a superficial, broken floorboard, Jenna and Tito type of relationship by all means! Return Tuesday's missed call on Thursday and never let him see you not looking like a fox. I am old-fashioned yes I admit but I do have modern flair, I've known this about me forever and it's not going anywhere so keep in mind that does play into my own article here.
When Adam and I first started dating it was an interesting process. I never felt we were playing games with eachother, but we were independent people who needed a moment to make sure we were both making a good decision for ourselves. I didn't date other people while Adam and I dated, I think he saw a few casually. I never worried or resorted to taking 5 hours to return his texts because I knew that if he wanted to be with me, he would. And I knew in my mind, what I wanted more than anything was to be with a man who truly wanted to be with me. If that was him, score! If not, tears for days would have poured out of my eyes but I was willing to take that chance to find out if his intentions were true. There were times. Times he made me wonder--but I always had my feet planted firm. When he made me question him I would say things like, "If you act like this I don't feel important to you and that hurts me." I didn't demand he apologize or cower to me, I just stated what I needed from him if he wanted to be with me. To much my pleasure- he would respond with," If you let me see you again I will make it up to you" and other things of that nature.
BOTTOM LINE. I teased and enticed Adam but never played games with him to where he questioned ME: my integrity, my honesty, or my commitment to him. I never invited him over and had another guy there, and played stupid that I double booked (yes I've known girls who have done that) and newsflash it just makes you look skanky, and like you have a bad memory!!! I just did what I had to do to kept him interested, like kissing him with intense passion before sending him home so that I could study. If I was ever unavailable to him, which I was, it was because of a school, work, friend or family function not because the club had a special on $2 shooters. I respect'd myself, and made sure he did too.
When we first met, I was 26 and Adam 29. He is a successful, privatized individual and becoming a 'we' was not an overnight task. I had to prove myself to him. Prove that I was loyal, funny, sexy, caring, true and that I had his best interest at mind always. Time has done that for us and our love now has taken me to new heights and taught me things I never knew were possible. He is my best friend and I adore him to the moon and back.
We are not married, but I hope someday that we are. A love like ours deserves marriage, it screams it! So, I do not know that my way of doing things, aka not playing games works since we can not measure it by the marriage mark but if you consider a loving, respectable, fun, amazing relationship that is filled with great sex and laughs by the dozen a good test of measure, then yes, it works. So, my advice, just drop the games and be your sexy fun self, it's the best way to catch a genuine man. As for Adam and I, we will stick to playing Uno by the fire at night, now THAT is a game we enjoy.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Shit just got REAL.
My 10 year high school reunion is this weekend and you better believe I have been hit with a rush of emotions, thoughts, memories and more from those awkward teen years.
I had a weird experience in high school, just plain weird. I can sum my problem up in one sentence but that would make for a pretty dull post. I wasn't teased in high school, I wasn't out casted, in fact, most of my peers were really nice to me despite the fact I struggled inside, my issue was I just didn't love myself and in retrospect I can see people picked up on that. IMHO, my problems stemmed from my struggles with religion and family. I was raised Mormon and the issues that arose from that are a whole different post entirely. My family had some issues, my parents were divorced and we were never taught to focus on loving ourselves. My mom was so unhappy she could only handle the basics, like making sure we had a healthy dinner on the table and our grades were up. My Dad hurt my Mom alot and my Mom felt she did not have the emotional capacity to give me any emotional strength as she was struggling with the same issues herself. Instead, I was made to feel ashamed for all that I wanted and felt. I was constantly beating myself up, wondering how I could be different? I found myself constantly rebelling and in trouble at home. Looking back, it's no wonder I wasn't my Mother's favorite child, but according to my memories, instead of getting talked to and consoled I just got grounded, again probably because she had little available to give.
No shocker, the minute I hit 18, I moved out and never went back. Completely un-grateful my struggling mother had raised me to the best of her abilities. Most people at this point would hit the pavement full speed, but no, not me, I just got a regular Accounting job and started working. My self-worth was still not there. I was still a scared little girl who had no faith in herself and wanted to be popular in high school and take 2 inches off her waist. What finally shook me from my shell, was dating someone who had zero self-worth. It was so easy for me to see that he wasn't living his life. He was coasting. Scared to make decisions. Scared to fail. And then in true Rachel form, I had a moment. An Oh My Gosh, stop pointing the finger moment. I realized everything that I found 'wrong' with him, was 'wrong' with me and that I was basically being a petty little baby. Talk about getting hung up on the little things. Why didn't I love myself? Why didn't I think I was amazing? I felt like a burden to my parents. My smile isn't perfect. And when I smile that not perfect smile one eye gets smaller than the other. I've always had some pudge around my lower belly. Oh no my parents weren't perfect? My legs are short. My sense of fashion is always once accessory short.
Truth be told, alot of those issues were my parents, and the other ones are just trivial and lame, and every flaw I highlighted took away from a strength that I did have. I FINALLY woke up and learned to toss that shit to the side, like taking out the trash I let all that go. Maybe I went overboard, maybe not, but I ended that relationship with a quickness. I found inspiring blogs like, www.tinybuddha.com that helped me a TON. I started dancing at concerts, I started doing my hair differently, I wore whatever I wanted, I embraced my body by walking around naked and loving the flaws, I exposed myself to strangers, I let my snort come through in my laugh and I just plain fell in love with myself. Genuinely. Lots of times I look in the mirror and look at my forehead wrinkle, or my teeth that Zoom! can't even whiten and I just smile. I feel so complete (ok, most days!!!) and fulfilled, I just feel that I am who I am and now that I'm not comparing myself to others, I feel so much more uplifted. I fail at times obviously, but I always try to make sure to rise again and make myself the best I can be. This is not something that I did overnight, and not something that is as easy as the fore-mentioned taking out the trash. There were emotional conversations with my Mother, there were drunken nights I went too far, there were setbacks. But ultimately I knew (and still know) that my relationship with myself is the most important one. I know that if I don't take care of myself, I won't be the best partner I can be for my love now, and he deserves the best.
Life could be worse. Life could be better. My favorite quote that I have lived by since I read it,"Personality starts where comparison ends." Life is not about comparison. We are all our own versions of awesome, and the best favor we can do ourselves and the world is to highlight the best things about ourselves and share them with the world while uplifting others to do the same.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
This is not a parking game, so no, I will not validate you.
If this is an area that we are struggling in, here are some thoughts on how to progress with it.
When acting and making choices ask yourself....
-Am I being true to myself?
-Am I making daily choices that bring me happiness?
-Do I care what others think?
-If so, why?
-Would I admire my actions in another person?
-Is my motivation correct?
I am not claiming total innocence here, but I can say I have had it happen to me where I have had something nice done for me and I have expressed a simple thanks! A heartfelt, but simple thanks! Only to receive a text message later saying that the person felt unappreciated and taken advantage of, etc. We, as friends and family, should not do this to eachother. We should give of our resources freely and not expect anything in return.
I have often heard people say that after they give selflessly of themselves they always feel better about themselves, which sometimes can lead to feelings of guilt. I strongly encourage you to release that guilt. Do you stop wearing makeup because it makes you feel prettier? No. So don't stop being the change you wish to see because you feel uplifted. This feeling is a natural by-product, that you deserve to relish in.
I challenge you all to consider a recent favor you have done for a friend and stop and think about why you did it..... did you do it because you wanted to feel good about doing it? Did you do it because you wanted the recognition from the friend?
I encourage us all to do the right thing for self-peace, self-love, internal radiation, and comfort of our souls.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
De-frosting a husband.....A response to a reader's letter
I really like your blog and outlook, and was curious if you could help me with something. I feel like I need to de-frost my husband! By that I mean he is just cold to me, also quiet and distant. We've been married for 15 years and have 2 kids, ages 8 and 10. Any advice for me would be much appreciated.
Thanks,
The Lonely Wife
Hi Lonely Wife! First off, I want to clarify, I am not a therapist or even married, but have a passion for love and am more than willing to offer you my humble, novice advice. It's hard to offer advice when you don't personally know a couple but I can generalize, and will do so! I am curious to know how long it has been this way with you and your husband- weeks, months, years?
In general I feel that husbands want to know why their wives are always angry with them and wives want to know why their husbands ignore them. There’s a simple answer to that. Over time, marriages fall out of their cycle. For example, the more she nags the more he blames her for whatever the issue might be. The more he blames her for the problem, the more she nags, criticizes and harasses. It’s a self-perpetuating cycle: nagging angry wives match up with cold, blaming, quiet and distant husbands. And so it goes. The connection that you founded your relationship on slowly dissipates. Each blames the other for the pain and neither seems able to break the grid-lock in their relationship.
That part’s simple, describing the problem. What to do about it is another matter. Both men and women fail to understand how sensitive emotionally a man can be. Generally speaking men are not as developed emotionally as most women, so emotional matters can scare him, but only because he has not been given the skills or the practice of managing himself in intense emotional situations. While women were growing up they were learning emotional relationship skills, even mimicking relationships with dolls. Guys on the other hand were out exploring, doing muscular activities, burping, and solving practical problems in physical reality. Few men understand things you can’t see or touch, like emotion, Santa Clause, and their wives feelings. Truly, it can seem as though men and women grew up on different planets.
Stop complaining and plan instead.
Go to Him.
If you want to be with your husband, be with him where he is. IE: Don't attempt to re-kindle your romance by inviting him to the ballet: epic failure! If he’s watching TV on the couch, sit with him on the couch and watch whatever he’s watching. If he’s in the garage tinkering with his hobby, go to the garage and help tinker with his hobby. Attempt to bring along a little emotional sunshine too, guys dig that. This will show him that your priority is him, not the activity.
Take it slow.
Reach out and touch him.
So, lonely wife, I hope that helps. I hope that you are able to thaw out a cold and distant husband and maybe save a marriage! Love is worth fighting for, which you obviously know or you wouldn't have reached out. Best of luck to you and the husband!! Keep in touch.
Sincerely,
Rachel