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Oh wait, that’s the general consensus? I thought I might have it easy today.
I had a hard time deciding what to share today, because my marriage doesn’t just involve me but Michael, as well. I’m pretty much an open book with most people when it comes to our marriage, but there are certain boundaries that I put up out of respect for Michael. So, with that in mind, I decided on the subject and title of this post.
If I had enough room, it would be titled “Why I stopped reading romance novels and watching chick flicks, why I refuse to read 50 Shades of Grey, and why I think Nicholas Sparks is sabotaging relationships everywhere!”.
I’ll preface this by saying that I am a complete romantic. Some people have one of the love languages….mine are all five! I just love LOVE. Growing up, I had this picture in my head of the ideal man. Many of my expectations and ideas about this ideal man I truly believe are realistic and good. But you know when I realized that I needed to take the word “ideal” out of the equation? When I got married. Before you go calling me a terrible wife, let me explain. I grew up reading Nicholas Sparks. My favorite movie is Pearl Harbor. I read Christian romance after Christian romance, stories that painted the picture of this man who was pretty much perfect. He apologized at the right time, knew exactly the right moment to grab his wife and kiss her, touched her in all the right ways, and said and did all the right things.
And you know what happened when I got married? I committed my love to a human being. One who makes mistakes, one who doesn’t always know what to say or do, and one who doesn’t even know which love language he is! And I realized, I had been feeding myself this entire world, this entire man, that wasn’t reality, who didn’t exist. I mean, yes- there are guys out there who know how to romance well, and are great at communicating, and know when to buy flowers. But even then- he’s human.
As a newlywed, I didn’t realize this right away, and every single time I’d crack open one of those books, or watch Ryan Gosling on The Notebook, a deep dissatisfaction stirred up inside of me. This might not happen to you. But for me, I found that it altered my view of my husband and added to the list of unrealistic expectations I was subconsciously placing on him. It wasn’t fair to Michael that I was holding him to these ideas that he could never live up to. Nobody can live up to perfect!
For many of those same reasons, I also have not, and will not, read Fifty Shades of Grey or any book like it. I don’t see reading such a sexually explicit and descriptive book any differently than watching porn. One, my husband is supposed to be the only object of my affection, sexual attention and appetite. When I allow something other than my husband to do this, I’m creating an opportunity for emotional and physical distance. Also, in the same way that chick flicks give me unrealistic expectations and change my standard, I believe sexual novels, and even suggestive movies, do the same. When my body and mind are conditioned to respond to these perfectly plotted situations and dialogue, they will eventually not be as satisfied by something less perfect. It will take more and more to get the same level of initial satisfaction. My husband should be my standard, no matter what, and especially in the bedroom.
I didn’t wake up one day and decide all this, and I definitely am not laying it down as law. I guess you could say I phased out slowly. I remember times I would watch the Notebook over and over again, or swoon over Ben Affleck (my husband calls him butt-chin Ben, ha!). I remember a time when I enjoyed immersing myself in the wonderful world of Nicholas Sparks. But eventually, it began to affect me. I started to not enjoy them as much because I was constantly reminded that my reality was not that perfect reality. They began to steal my real life joy. I found myself wanting to watch an action movie over the chick flick in which the bodies were perfect and smooth, the sex was amazing 100% of the time, and nobody had to deal with the realities of daily life. I want my relationship standards to be set by us and our faith, not culture.
What about you? Do you find it hard to watch these perfectly played out chick-flicks and then come back to reality?
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