Sometimes all you need to do is ask yourself one question, that will help you to stop fighting with your partner. Yes, just one question.
Many of us are spending far more time with our partners, and hopefully, this is a welcome opportunity. But for an increasing number of you, issues are arising, some well-known and painful for that familiarity; some new and tied in with the stress we all are feeling. If that sounds familiar, this republished post from a few years ago is for you.
You love your partner and you value your relationship. But… the two of you have developed a habit of falling into fights more and more frequently. You may even shudder when you hear them pull into the driveway, fearing the inevitable argument. Whether it’s financial stress, political differences, cultural divides, hard parenting decisions – you name it, 2020 offered it.
Maybe some of that arguing is due to what I call over-personalization – when you take too personally what our partner has done or said, or not done or not said. You make their behavior and choices about you.
“If he loved me more, then he would...”
“If she respected me, she wouldn’t have...
“If he really cared about the kids and me, he would…”
You interpret their actions to be about you, maybe even to the point you think they are intentionally attempting to hurt you. This is your mind on a rampage – deciding your partner is the enemy, and you have to protect yourself in any way possible.
In reality, nothing could be further from the truth (unless you’ve got a far worse problem…). Happily, there is something that can be done. In fact, all you have to do is ask yourself one question.
The question that will help…
There’s a question that will help you step out of the fighting pattern you’re in if you so choose. Before you allow yourself to sink into any negative thinking like the questions above, ask yourself the following:
“What do I know about my partner that would explain their behavior that has nothing to do with me?”
It’s so simple, but can truly be an eye-opener. Here’s a fairly recent example (pre-Covid) from my own life.
One early spring Saturday, my husband and I were shopping at our local grocery store. He decided he wanted to buy some hanging plants for the deck. We had cold groceries and I had a bunch of stuff on my to-do list for the weekend, but I wanted to be nice and I figured he’d be quick. So I told him, “Sure, why not?” And we headed to the nursery.
What I didn’t consider was the sheer volume of plants that were available. He ended spending what was, for me, a tremendously long time comparing and analyzing.
I began getting a little panicky. We were in the back of a warm tent and the place was stuffed with colorful plants, smells galore, and an overwhelming (for my little anxious self) number of people. Toss together my problem with getting squeamish in crowded places plus a bit of claustrophobia AND with my impatience about the time it was taking, I needed to get out of there. Thus, some serious marital discord was potentially in the making.
My husband could tell I was getting agitated. I was sighing and looking at my watch. But he was having a marvelous time, being the horticulturist in the family. There was tension building between us.
He could’ve thought, “Well if she really cared about what I good time I’ve clearly having in this innocent excursion, she wouldn’t want to leave…”
I might’ve decided, “After all of these years, if he really understood me, he would remember that this kind of situation makes me panicked…” and we would’ve been off to the races.
Instead, I walked over and said something like, “I’m freaking out a little. Sorry. Take your time.” And he responded, “It’ll be just another five minutes. Thanks.”