
I surely fight for relationships - all of them, probably to an absurd degree. After all, reconciling with the ex-husband roughly 142 times was probably excessive. But I'll fight for relationships with lovers, friends, family, siblings, dogs --- stubborn. Maybe even more since the SCA. And I admit, with a nod to the Irish, I believe there may be more honor in fight than in flight.
But I must also acknolwedge that there may be more brains in flight. (And I have flown - to be sure. 118 feet down in Belize's Blue Hole when the scuba equipment failed - I was in full flight). But in relationships, do the flee-ers have it right? Why bang away and bang away when a relationship hits bumps in the road or when a situation is futile? Well, we fighters would say that we can't tell the difference between a bump that can be addressed and a brick wall.
So we fight and they flee. This may be one of those genuine impasses: I see honor to the fight; they think it is idiotic not to face the reality of inevitable failure. Who am I to judge? I wasted a decade or more on a doomed marriage.... flight out of that would have been the far smarter choice.
I think this may be yet another skill for me to practice - throwing in a towel. The idea of giving up without a fight is just not comfortable; it seems I'd rather be an idiot than a person who flees. Perhaps the answer is slowly walking away.
Yup, more skill development on the horizon.
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