The WisdomCoach says: A Love/Hate Relationship
May 31st, 2008A Love Hate Relationship
By Carole L. Billingham, MCC
Have you ever fallen in love and realized years later that you are no longer an ideal fit for one another? What was once an ideal relationship has now shifted to a dysfunctional, almost addictive connection that clearly no longer serves you. I am talking about my love/hate affair with e-mail.
I remember back to 1993 when we first met. At the time, I was excited to find someone who had an e-mail address–usually a techie or amateur techie, who I had very little in common with.
In 1995, it came in handy when slowly breaking up with my long-distance boyfriend, one of five people in my e-mail address book. It gave us a means of staying in touch while breaking up yet not breaking the piggy bank in the days of 20 cent per minute long distance.
In 1996 when I published my first e-zine, Dancing Wisdom, I trusted, that although many people were not yet using e-mail, that my ideal clients would be and would be excited to receive an
In 1997 my love affair with e-mail grew as my auto accident necessitated better boundaries between me and my work. I needed more space and the freedom to connect with clients and friends on my own schedule allowed me, with the help of e-mail, to stay in touch, but on my own terms rather than within the constraints of a 9-5 schedule.
Now deeply and utterly in love, the birth of my daughter solidified my oath to my electronic amore. Being able to communicate at all hours of the evening made my infatuation even stronger. It was then that I discovered having an “open relationship” with not only e-mail, but with the World Wide Web. I discovered a plethora of loves waiting for me with just the click of a button.
Having moved from a thriving metropolis to a small mountain village and having an entire universe at my finger tips was seductive. I no longer felt the need to leave my home or my little community to get my needs met. I had found paradise. My love was complete.
Having experienced dysfunctional love in my youth, I thought that I was immune to its manipulative ways. Being older (and years of therapy later), I thought myself wise enough not to ever be caught in the clutches of fear-based love. I was wrong.
After 14 years (where did the time go?), I am ready for a change as I can clearly see that I have allowed myself to get caught in a web (no pun intended) of deceit and collusion. I have lost myself and a good chunk of my life to a lover that wanted to own me. Instead of being a partnership, I have given myself and my power to a lover who was never satisfied. Always wanting more from me, I gave and gave until I had nothing left.
Don’t get me wrong, part of our relationship was healthy. Like being able to transfer documents back and forth with ease, or being able to share data or answer a quick question in a two sentence response. But when you realize that you no longer chat over the phone with your girlfriends, and you can’t remember the last time you enjoyed having a leisurely cup of coffee with a buddy, you must admit you have a problem.
When you wake up to realize that before you are even awake, your fingers are busy typing at your keyboard–you have a problem. When you ignore time with your family to go check your e-mail–you have a problem. When you just check for “one quick sec” before you go to bed, swearing that you’ll never do it again–you have a problem. When you find yourself making excuses like, “I just need to make sure that . . .”–you have a problem. When you don’t bother answering your e-mail right way, but “just want to make sure there’s nothing important”–you have a problem. When you realize that your main life line to the outside world is your e-mail–you have a problem.
It is time for me to take back my power and to decide whether this relationship is working for me or not. As I said, I do realize that with the proper boundaries in place that perhaps we don’t need to make an entire split from one another. I just need to get clear about where our relationship is working and where it is not.
What I want is freedom to feel like I have a choice rather than unconsciously behaving in ways that from the outside, would look like I don’t. I want to pick and choose how we interact rather than blindly being sucked in and losing my ??? (and my sanity) . . .