We celebrated our 20th anniversary this year, my barely-holding-it together self and my non-MK husband. This is my wish list: 1). I wish that I had gotten more "together" myself before marrying. After living in a loving community of our Brazilian churches, and then living with my best gal pals in the dorm, I was totally unprepared for the loneliness of American life. Marriage seemed the only option . . .but a marriage to a little girl who never learned to say "no" to anyone, who was so scared of displeasing him, must have been a real challenge . . . 2). I wish that I had insisted on him traveling to Brazil with me before we got so entrenched (mired in concrete) with mortgages, cars, careers. It's so hard to explain stuff, and he barely looked at the pictures I took when I've done brief forays down south on my own. Brazil, Via, any of those words are just a slight hum of interest to him and are quickly succeeded by the bigger interests on the TV. 3). But look at it this way . . .he married into in-laws that constantly evaluate the spirituality of us (are they walking with the Lord? Are they praying before meals? It was , "what church are you attending?, then "oh, it's been that long, huh?" we receive birthday cards with sermonettes in them, improvement-type gifts for Christmas, and no acknowledgement of the life that we are living here as valuable. His in laws (my parents) made me say good-by to them on our wedding day, not knowing when I would see them again . . .why? Because the very important supporting churches want their missionaries on the field. Then the trips back and forth to the airports . . .when mom and dad come home, everything had to stop of our normal lives . . .then his wife was crying again, when they left again. So marrying into an MK family is not that much fun . . . 5). My wish? I had gone to therapy earlier then this . . .here's some of the things I've learned: it's better to talk openly about stuff and not assume that he's not interested. Just because he's not fascinated doesn't mean that he won't man up and listen. I've also learned that the position I was in as a female 3rd child of missionaries meant that a lot of basic needs were not met . . .and I was not allowed to think of it that way or I would be ungrateful for all that God has done for us. This in turn set me up to become a martyr in my adult life, not asking for what I needed, not feeling that I deserved anything, feeling that I had to give my life over to helping people to justify the fact that I didn't become a missionary, the only true calling . . . 6). I wish that we could have stayed in touch in a real way--remember all of those promises we made at graduation to keep in touch? We probably would have but were afraid that we would get judged for our spiritual life. Did you ever go back and look at those weird things we wrote in our year books to each other? Life verse, stay close to God, don't be tempted . . .like we had to put a spiritual phrase into every sentence to prove ourselves . . .I remember teaching Sunday school at age 13, having to be so careful to uphold the dignity of the missionaries, be loyal to the mission, talk to but don't associate with the Pentecostals, don't ever say anything favorable about Catholics. 7). Like Supporting, i've had to understand that my husband's childhood was not perfect either, and the interest that I want him to show in me, I need to be considerate and mindful of what made him into the person he is today. 8). I wish that some of you were around to help me finish this bottle of wine . . .it would be a terrible sin to waste it . . .
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