Where do I go with all this Neediness in a Difficult Marriage?

Let’s face it, we all have needs. Maslow has his hierarchy of needs expressed like this:

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Now, I now Maslow’s self-actualization is not necessarily Christian, but let’s just consider for a few moment the general revelation expressed in this triangle. The theory postulates that for an individual to reach their full potential, they must have their needs met and these needs are stacked according to importance–physically and emotionally–to the human.

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What happens often in a difficult marriage, is that the person closest to us, who promised to help fulfill these deep and very real needs in our lives, has been unable, failed or refused to do so.

Now hopefully we can be safe. But even mental illness, addictions and health problems can interfere with our feelings of emotional safety when the one who promised…cannot or won’t provide that. We can seek tha in the church but sometimes it seems the burden we have is too much for one person – or even a few.

I recently lost a friend. Another has been unavailable. A dear one suffered a loss and has her own issues to cope with. So at this point, “love/belonging” feels foreign to me. The enemy even tells me that I wouldn’t be missed if I didn’t exist. I know in my head that this is not true, but the part of me that wants to have a pity party doesn’t want to listen.

The fact is, I’m crawling and climbing to be all God has created me to be, with a gaping wound in my heart. A band-aid smile doesn’t cut it.

But where does one go with the pain?

I’ll admit I sometimes anesthetized with food – sugar in particular. Nasty thing that. And work. I bury myself in work so I don’t have to think. But in doing so I avoid the processing that can be helpful all in order to escape the pain.

I’ve been so tired lately. Depression will do that.

There are very few people in my life whose esteem I trusted. Who I believed when they spoke into my life about my worth. One of them died a few years back and the loss still, at times, feels fresh. As if his words wouldn’t still have value. Another is unavailable right now and I respect that.

I dont’ want to be appeased so that someone else feels better. I want to know that I’m okay. That I’m going to be okay. Because right now, I’m not.

And I’m not quite sure where to go with all that. This too shall pass in time. It’s the ebb and flow of the painful reality in which I live.

Blessings,

Lilly Grace