For Better or Worse
For Better or Worse
Most of us think about those words in relation to our spouse. When things are bad we have this idea that you stick it out and make it through together. When things are good you celebrate each other’s happiness. While my husband and I do not have the perfect relationship I feel like we do a really good job at supporting each other during the highs and the lows. Sure there are bumps in the road, times when we both mess up, but we know that no matter what we will be there for one another. I feel lucky to have this type of relationship.
I have found that since Oliver was born and died those words “for better or worse” are no longer only applicable to my husband. I tend to hold most people to those same standards. While the degree that I hold others to those standards differs based on many things I have made a decision that I only want people in my life who can handle both my good and bad and my better and worse.
I’ve said many times that I was completely shocked at who ended up being there and who ended up not being there during the hardest part of my life. I am saddened by the relationships that I have lost and for those that I know will never be the same. On the other hand I feel so lucky for all of the people Oliver has brought into my life and for those he has shown me are going to be there for better or worse and in good times and bad.
I also realize that those words could be applied in another way. Maybe I should be focusing on the idea that the words are telling me that I should accept people for who they are….for better or worse. The problem is that I cannot accept your “worse” when you weren’t there for me during my “bad.” While I wish I could do that I’m not at the point in my life where I can. The wounds are still to raw and deep. I’m not sure when they will heal. I hope they do. And in the meantime I hope that others can accept not only my “better” and “good” but also my “worse” and “bad.”
I realize that by applying these words to people in my life I am bound to get let down. Maybe I’m even setting myself up for failure. But if there is one thing I have learned over the course of the last several years it’s that I don’t just have high standards for others I have high standards for myself. I’m a hardass. I expect a lot out of people but I expect more out of myself. And so by applying these words to others I am also going to hold myself accountable to be the best wife, mom, daughter, and friend that I can be. I’m sure I’ll mess up at some point in time but my intent is to show those who have been there for me during good times and bad that I value every ounce of their support and love.