Compromising Your Way To Compromise

 

There’s no way to explain this ‘transition’ without first sorting out the word ‘compromise’ insofar as it sleeps intermingles with the phrase ‘long term’. In this case: Marriage.

 

 

You marry a guy.

 

He’s funny.

 

He’s cute.

 

He’s ambitious.

 

You get along.

 

You have a few kids.

 

They make you crazy but you’re proud of your spawn.

 

You promise these kids that you’ll pay for any institution of Higher Learning they can get accepted to as a way to motivate them to do well. They call your bluff and both get onto ivy league schools.

 

You spend late nights with your husband trying to figure a way through this stupid maneuver.

 

You rediscover the cocktail hour(s).

 

Somehow it ALL works out but the hairs on your heads start to turn gray. Neither one of you notice this because in each other’s minds your still 25. Then one of the kids comes for a visit and rifles through an old photo album and shows you people you have haven’t seen in a loooong time. My God, he has aged. Poor man.

 

You start to talk about what the future will bring- together. Alone at last.

 

You plan visits to big cities in far off places. He plans trips to rivers with trout and no cell service.

 

Hummmmmm… wait a minute… does the Ritz have a hotel out in the boondocks I’m not aware of? (And more importantly is spa service available? Because really, what’s a life well lived if the body hasn’t been sugar scrubbed by a swede named Stefon before you make your 8:30 reservations and land on 800 thread count sheets with a chocolate on your pillow?)

 

What am I hearing here?

 

You mean it’s NOT all about me? You have your own agenda and dreams and desires? Dear Lord, when did that happen?

 

Crap. I’m going to have to retool.

 

So you strike a ‘deal’, sitting back with this guy, the guy you’ve circumnavigated the bumps and bruises with: COMPROMISE.

 

And, until The Ritz opens a new hotel by the river, I’ll need my own suite.

 

 

Because I’m

COMPROMISING

 

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  • Abby - No, seriously Cheryl? I hope at least he lets you take your Hermes shawl and a case of Chardonnay with you:) just in case you realized what you got yourself into?
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    • Cheryl - Wait. Until. You. See. What. I do. With. The. Interior….. OMG!ReplyCancel

  • Sharon Hodor Greenthal - This is my husband’s dream. We may have to do it someday. I have to say yours looks totally adorable.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Would it be wrong to say it looks way cute? That I’d like one, but maybe a tad larger? But that I need a driver because my husband is a TERRIBLE driver and I am uncoordinated? Yeah. Thought so.ReplyCancel

  • Barbara Hammond - You are more generous than I! Camping is against my religion!ReplyCancel

  • Elizabeth A. Havey - We camped in out early married days. Not now! But I do love your camper.ReplyCancel

  • Sue Pekarek - I’m going to have to sit by the river and learn to cook fresh fish someday too, so this cutest camper on the planet looks wonderful to me.ReplyCancel

  • Angela @ Setting My Intention - So exciting! My husband and I are looking at Tiny Houses and campers too. We’re not close to moving into anything that contained, but dreaming…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - This is TOY and NOT a LIFESTYLE!! Dear God, I’m not that crazy! Hahahaaa. The Tiny Houses are awesome but not as mobile so I found this little brand new retro baby and swooped her up! Stay tuned Angela…. the misadvetures are bound to come our way!ReplyCancel

  • Karen D. Austin - That looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun. All my best to the both of you. I’m just getting ready for my first kid to graduate from HS. (I’m an older parent–in my 50s but with 2 teens at home.) It’s interesting to see you get on the other side of this hard part. I’m in the freak out over college costs mode right now.ReplyCancel

  • Chloe - Nice trailer. Welcome to the club. Ain’t love grand?ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Hey sweetie girl! Just to be clear- we will not be LIVING in this- just tooling around makin’ hay! *wink*ReplyCancel

  • Cristy Stern Zdenek - Cheryl, it looks amazing. I love it!!ReplyCancel

  • Katy Kozee - That is the cutest thing ever. And you are living my dream – we’re still in the “How are we going to pay for these schools?” stage of life. I can’t wait to be past that and beside a river. I’m lucky though – it’s my husband who’s the non-camper so I’ll probably be comfortable wherever we end up.ReplyCancel

  • CAROL CASSARA - I know I commented on this. I know I did. But where? It’s adorables.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Well, this one stuck. Glad you gave it the ole college try! It IS adorbs!ReplyCancel

  • Helene Cohen Bludman - You will have the best adventures! I can’t wait to read every post about your travels.ReplyCancel

  • Tam Warner Minton - Randy and I considered it…then we took a 3 week road trip and imagined staying in RV parks and having to set stuff up. I remain dedicated to hotels.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - At least you are not sleeping on the ground! You are so lucky. When we were young together it was the only way Lanny would go: Sleep on the ground in a bedroll. Later arthritis prevented that. He would not buy a travel trailer so we just went where there were motels and real beds. Ahhh! Funny you’re “When did this happen?” question.ReplyCancel

  • Carolann Iadarola - Sounds like a fun adventure for sure. I’ll look forward to reading all about them and turn a little green with envy too lol.ReplyCancel

  • Leanne Le Cras - it might not be the Ritz but it’s WAY better than a tent!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Retro 1961 Shasta Airflyte!! With all the modern conveniences of course.ReplyCancel

  • Lisha Fink - And you can rent it out for Mardi Gras!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Holy Crapolla! That’s genius!!!ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - I can’t wait to see how this is going to go! You need to start a book right now!ReplyCancel

  • Kathy @ SMART Living 365.com - Hi Cheryl! It might not be what you were expecting but who knows? It might turn out even better than you could have imagined. And what a cute way to compromise. I’m looking forward to reading about where you go from here. ~KathyReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I will be taking notes and passing them along you can be sure of that!ReplyCancel

  • Nora Hall - What a great take on compromising! thanks for sharing.ReplyCancel

  • Kathy Gottberg - Hi Cheryl! It might not be what you were expecting, but who knows? It might turn out even better than you could have imagined. And what a cute way to compromise. I’m looking forward to reading about where you go from here. ~KathyReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - That camper van will be a lot of fun, I’m sure.
    Compromise is so important in a long-term relationship. My wife used to hate football (soccer) for the first 15 years of our relationship, whereas our two kids and I have always been fanatical. Then one day she decided to come along to a game, loved it, and is now as keen as me. But on reflection that might not be compromise, but just giving in!ReplyCancel

  • Suzanne Fluhr - One of my fantasies — not shared by my beloved.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Here’s the way I see it Suzanne- It wasn’t one of mine either but BUT if I want to see him I needed to bend a little. My way, of course, but BEND none the less.ReplyCancel

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