I told you all before that Casey and I have moved out of individual marriage counseling and into ‘group therapy’ or I guess you could just call is a marriage class. This class requires us to complete homework each week. Together. We both have to read. To be serious. To attempt to be emotionally connected. Probably best that we don’t wait until Sunday night to complete the homework, but we do. Every time.
The homework is suppose to help us connect better emotionally. To understand each other more. Resolve conflict. It’s a perfect storm for, well, conflict. Leave it to us to argue during marriage class homework.
If the homework wasn’t enough, the class itself stirs up conflict. You open up old wounds. Have to pause and reflect on how much you really trust your husband. Not trust as in the not-gonna-cheat kind of trust, but the I’m able to be emotionally vulnerable with you and believe that you will be there for me to support me kind of trust. Definitely not the same.
Someone once told me that conflict is the gateway to intimacy. If they’re right, our intimacy is going to be off the charts in no time.
