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One (one=me) imagines that there is some extra value in writing when it’s difficult, when one doesn’t feel like it, or rather — as is the case right exactly now– when one yearns to write but the yearning is much bigger than the material at hand.
I’m reading so many glowing reviews of Insomniac City, and wondering if I should read it myself. I want to, because I want it to teach me how to love someone who is older, who is enormously brilliant, who is failing (gradually, and then suddenly). I want to read the instructions for how to put socks on and take socks off of a partner’s failing body. I want to read it as an instruction manual for how to be a better, more loving, more patient, more tender, more submissive (I’ll get to that) wife. But I fear it would make me so very very sad because of how much I struggle to be those things, and because the author just might make it seem so effortless and correct and obvious. That would be hard to bear.
Neither Daniel nor I are submitting these days. Did others play that meaningless childhood game of piling your hand on a friend’s hand on a table top again and again? Because there were only four hands, the pile never rose, you just answered hand with hand, until something else became more interesting. Daniel and I are like that with umbrage. I give, he takes, and off we go, and it’s just as meaningless. Neither one of us chooses to be the grown up who says, “I will not take the bait. I will answer your tart question with perfect blandness. I will transcend.” Oh my God how I want to transcend. Oh my God how I am unable to. Oh my God how I want Daniel to transcend, because that’s like an embrace. That’s saying, “I got you, even when you are not your best self. I’ll hold you and love you anyway. I won’t be distracted by your bad, because I am so deeply connected to your good. I’m not going anywhere. I am, and we are, stronger than your passing weak moment.” So pretty, and, at the moment, so unreachable. That’s why I’m sad. I want to be that person, and I want to be married to that person — the desire for the latter is much stronger than the desire for the former, but okay, it’s allowed. Neither one of us are.
What is marriage? Is it merely overlapping assertions of power, sometimes tempered by love? I demand that Daniel — well, no. I request ardently. I am not in the demanding business. My whole life has shown me that demand is not an avenue open to me. Demand gets me sent into a corner, into exile. I request. I plead, but I must not demand. So… I ardently request that Daniel accept me as I am, that he stop taking the things about me that I love so and making them damnable, and that he transcend the occasional poisoned darts, the absence of attention and show me especially in those moments that I am beloved. And right now, I am not seeing that. And Daniel does not in any way, as far as I can tell, see that I am giving that to him. And, in fact, there are many things about Daniel as he is that pain me deeply, and that I resist mightily. Can I be right and he be wrong? Can it be that he must submit to me but I may not submit to him, at least not any more than I already have and maybe a little less? (We’ve also argued about why I think in terms of submission and surrender, and he doesn’t. Well… because he doesn’t. He never does. He’s exempted himself, by only ever ever ever doing what he wants to do, when he wants, if he wants.) I want a judge, or even a damn stoplight: Green for Dorothea, Red for Daniel. Or, even the opposite. Just some thing outside of him and me. Some objective thing that will say when to give and when to hold and how not to be wrong. Negotiating it ourselves is feeling just like power, insufficiently tempered by love.
Is this the flaw in me, in my whole conception of love and my ability to love, or is this the warped world of Daniel’s current episode of depression? I want to be perfect, and deeply loved especially when I am not perfect and when I’m not perfect when it matters most.
And in the midst of this, I thought of this gorgeous song. That is what I want to give and receive, and it seems so not possible right now.
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