The network

Some days ago Yogi and I had a big argument. You see, we don't really fight a lot. We have a very peaceful relationship, mainly because we talk freely about everything, so things don't usually get to the point where they become an issue. And if they do, they would rarely become a fight. Besides, we are both averse to drama, stress, big scenes. If something becomes an issue, we talk it over and sort it out. Very rarely we have loud fights.

This recent one was not a loud fight, but it was a serious argument about a deep issue. It was probably the closer we came to breaking up, at least from my side. In fact, there were only two other times where we came close to breaking up. I think this is a very good record for 11+ years together.

I left the house halfway through the argument, because I needed to cool down and think about things. I don't walk away from an issue, but if I have stayed, I would have made decisions and acted in a way I did not want to, and I should not have. I sat down at the beach a couple hundred meters away from my house, and I started to go through my network of friends. I called people until one of them picked up. I talked to the one who did, they listened to me, gave me advice and support, distracted me and helped me cool down. And I will be eternally grateful to their friendship, and the way they helped me save my relationship.

Some time later the other friends, who were not available when I called, started to get back to me, but at this point I was already on my way back home or had arrived home, and Yogi and I sat down and talked about things. There are deeper issues that we need to work on, but this argument was over. We were ok. But it really meant a lot to me that they got back to me, even though they didn't know why I was calling. That made all the difference. I thanked my friends for getting back to me, and I told them I would be in touch at a later point.

And I did. I called them all afterwards, told them what happened, listened to their opinions and advice, and unsurprisingly had them offering me their love and support. The argument was over, but I still valued their inputs. All of them, in their own and unique way, gave me something. And I am very grateful for that. 

I am extremely grateful to have my network of friends, people that I can count on at any time, for any reason. Whether it's to go out and have fun, or to call them when things go bad, they are there for me. The give me love, support, advice, but also feedback, even if that means calling me out for doing something I should not have. They are my safety net. They make me feel loved and supported, and I am sure my life would not be the same without them.

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