I thought I'd already steered clear of the wrong people, the wrong kind of life. And yet, living together day to day, we could still feel that "illusion shattering" over differences that seemed small — but were enough to wear each of us down.
Facing old wounds beneath the surface of being "grown up"
We realized: we barely knew each other! (And honestly, sometimes I didn't even feel like I understood myself!) Two people who grew up in two different families, two different hometowns, two different traditions… carrying different habits, different wounds, and different needs.
Sometimes a wound would get touched without me even realizing it — only after the moment had passed would I stop, look back, and think: oh, so I'm still carrying that old ache. If today's situation hadn't happened, I might never have become aware of it enough to actually heal it.
I felt disappointed, sitting with both old and new wounds. Still the same anxiety, the same lack of safety, the fear of being abandoned, of not being loved, not being accepted… still the same fear of being wrong, the urge to please others, the craving for attention… still that same feeling of not being enough… After years of partial transformation, it hadn't truly gone away. It was still there, showing up in a thousand different forms — forms that only surface once a relationship becomes intimate enough to reveal them.
A new awareness: love has to be learned too
But this time, I wasn't that 20-year-old girl anymore, reacting to hurt by bristling in self-defense, or running away to avoid dealing with the problem. I knew I needed to face it, and look deeply at the roots of the conflicts, the disagreements, the troubles in this relationship.
We both admitted something to each other: growing up, no one ever taught either of us how to love, how to be a wife, how to be a husband. (And plenty of people teach you how to "manifest" love, with no idea at all about what happens after the wedding — whether you can actually build a life together, and how. In reality, "law of attraction" knowledge simply doesn't apply once you're in the work of building a lasting, secure bond.)
In theory, we both understood: we needed to learn to love and respect ourselves before loving someone else. But we had no idea, concretely, what that meant to actually do — when we disagreed, when I wanted one thing and my husband wanted another, when we were both too exhausted to be there for each other, when money or work stress piled on…
We genuinely wanted someone to guide us — someone who had actually succeeded and found a way to build a lasting, happy life together. That's when I decided to find a coach with enough knowledge and compassion to help us.