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This ain’t no party, This ain’t no disco, This ain’t no threesome with Christ…

posted by Amanda P. Westmont

I haven’t written a goddamn (pun intended) thing here since OCTOBER. I’m pretty good at math and that equals nearly three months of silence from this here heathen. I think I’m overdue to at least check in and apologize, but I’m not going to. Instead I’m going to slowly, but surely, explain why I lost my mojo and how I intend to (hopefully) get it back.

After our lengthy hiatus, Joel dragged my ass out of bed two weeks ago for Greek Orthodox church. Somehow in the hours after I passed out on New Year’s Eve, but before he joined me in mutual unconsciousness, it was all decided while I snored: we were starting up the blog again and we were heading straight to a Greek Orthodox church.

Joel even gave me a week before making me go, but still, I’m not gonna lie: absolutely NO part of me wanted to go to church that Sunday. I mean, wasn’t there something I needed to scrub? Or launder? Or bake? I would have done ANYTHING to avoid going to church. Any. Thing.

But alas, the bald man is a cruel task master and we were out of bed and on the road before 10:00 with three kids in tow.

That was our first mistake. Who in their right mind thinks it’s a good idea to take two children under the age of ten to a two-hour Greek Orthodox service?

WHY GOD WHY!?!?!

Do you know what they give you when you first arrive at a Greek Orthodox church?

FIRE. That’s what. THEY GAVE MY CHILDREN CANDLES. To PLAY with.

It went downhill from there. I mean, just look at the definition of ORTHODOX and tell me we all didn’t know ahead of time that it was going to be a disaster…

orthodox  — adj

1. conforming with established or accepted standards, as in religion, behavior, or attitudes

2. conforming to the Christian faith as established by the early Church

Conformity! It’s what’s (NOT) for dinner!

By the end of the service, I was BEGGING Joel to quit taking pictures so we could just leave. Please! For the love of Christ! GET ME OUT OF THERE! My head was not even in the same ballpark as the game. I not only didn’t want to BE there, no part of me wanted to write about it afterward. I just wanted to forget it ever happened. (Especially the part where my son knocked over my coffee cup not once, not twice, but THREE times and how the only thing I had available to sop up the mess was my daughter’s coat and oh, BY THE WAY, did I mention our washing machine is broken and it started to snow the next week and she had no coat?)

I had lost my mojo. My first instinct was to chalk it up to writer’s block.

“I’m lame!”

“I have nothing interesting left to say about religion!”

“No one comments, anyway, so who cares!”

I could keep going on and on, and I honestly DID keep going on and on, but Joel continued to insist that we move forward. That we honor the contract we signed with Beliefnet. That we keep getting our asses out of bed for church.

So last Sunday I desperately hoped that a trip to Mars might perk up my writer’s block.

That’s all this could possibly be, right? Writer’s block!

But Mars Hill was just like every other fundamentalist church we’ve been to. In fact, it was EERILY similar to City Bible Church. So much SIN and SATAN and JESUS. “If we don’t talk [with our spouses] about our sins, we don’t really believe that Jesus died for our sins.” I have to admit, it REALLY freaked out my inner feminist when the pastor insisted that all the men stand over their wives and make the following vow:

“My church will be served… by me.

My wife will be loved… by me.

My wife will be served… by me.

My family will be led… by me.

My wife will be prayed over… by me.”

He even went on to say that a man can’t stay bitter over a woman he’s praying for, but when I turned to Joel as we heard that he admitted, “You can. I’ve done it.”

All I could think was WHAT ABOUT THE WOMEN? I have an equal responsibility to my man as he has to me. Why weren’t the women praying over their husbands? Does Jesus not care about them? Is Jesus a chauvinist? (Stop laughing.)

Aren’t the women responsible for their “REAL MARRIAGE” too?

I know I have nothing BUT responsibility when it comes to Joel and making our relationship work.

Lately going to church has felt like one more obligation I can’t quite meet. One more item on my mental to do list when, frankly, keeping Amanda P. Effing Westmont and all her baggage afloat feels like the first ten pages. I can’t check anything of my list, much less even write the list in the first place.

So church. Yeah. Not my highest priority.

Last night we were driving to pick up Joel’s daughter for the weekend when he casually asked me where we were going to go this Sunday. I took as deep a breath as I could muster given that anxiety has made me feel like I have the lung capacity of a runt gerbil and answered honestly: “I would rather not go to church every week.” Can’t we just go every OTHER week? Or something?

Joel bristled at this idea, but since my daughter was in the back seat and we don’t like to argue in front of the kids, we tabled the discussion for later. As the rain pounded the windshield, I could feel Joel’s anger pounding me even harder from the driver’s seat. He was PISSED. But the odd thing was for the first time ever, I was 100% calm. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so simultaneously rational and emotional at the same time. I’ve been doing so much work lately to see through my anger, to see through my fears, to see my underlying sadness and I was still high on the fumes of a really great therapy session earlier that afternoon. So I did what my therapist has been trying to teach me to do: I sat there and I felt my feelings.

Dude, you guys, I felt them HARD. Sadness is really REALLY painful, especially in the gray matter right behind my eyes. So after we picked up Liza, I spent the remainder of the drive trying not to sob in front of my two favorite girls in the whole wide world. When we got home, I disappeared into our bedroom, curled myself into a fetal position and bawled my eyes out in the dark. Another thing my therapist has taught me: crying is really, REALLY good for you. It actually alters the chemistry in your brain in a positive way.

But by forcing myself to feel all those mother-effing feelings, I’d figured it all out. It was one of the butt-ton of a-ha moments I’ve had in the past few months of the best/worst therapy I’ve ever had. (Therapy totally works if you have the nuts to work it!)

The truth is that I haven’t wanted to write this blog because Joel and I aren’t okay. We love each other insanely much, but we’re both broken. Me especially. I lost my mojo some time over the summer when I began to feel like I loved Joel more than he loved me.

Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to type that just now? I don’t feel like an equal partner in the most important relationship I’ve ever had. My biggest fear is that I have found the love of my life (because I might not believe in Jesus, but God help me, I believe that Joel T. Gunz is The One), but that he doesn’t feel that way about me.

Of course, Joel DOES love me. He tells me so every day of my life and shows me in a hundred subtle ways, most of which involve the simple act of showing up and putting up with my crap. (Which is more than anyone would expect of a saint!)

But feeling loved.

Man.

It’s hard for me. I’ve never felt it before and I don’t know how to do it properly. Nothing is ever enough. I don’t know if anything he does will ever be enough because I have to love myself enough first. But the man is persistent. No matter how difficult I am, he keeps trying. He is still here right where I need him.

I started this blog not just as a chronicle of our various trips to church, but as a love story. I think that’s why it’s been so hard to write lately. I love Joel Gunz with every fiber of my being, but relationships are HARD. And when you’re as broken as I am, they can feel impossible.

But as I sit here and reflect on what Mars Hill thinks a relationship should look like, it kinda makes me throw up in my mouth a little. Basically, Mars Hill thinks our relationship can’t survive unless we’re having a threesome with Jesus. And as much as I like the idea of being the meat in a man sandwich, I’ve never once imagined looking over my shoulder to find JESUS bringing up the rear.

Joel and I may be broken and what we have isn’t the perfect happily ever after, but Jesus or not, WE’RE DOING IT RIGHT. Joel heard me sobbing on Friday and came in to check on me.

There were tears. And words. And angst. And anger. And even some regrettable hostility.

But in the end we agreed that there are only two things that matter: LOVE and PERSISTENCE. Frankly Jesus can go be a unicorn for some other couple because Joel and I are going to be fine. We’re always going to be broken. We might always struggle. But we love each other and we have faith that no matter what, we’re going to work it out.

If that’s not a “REAL MARRIAGE,” certificate or not, I don’t know what is. According to Mark Driscoll, Satan hates God, God’s people and “REAL MARRIAGE,” so I guess, as it turns out, Joel and I are totally safe. All we have is love and a commitment to keep doing the work. So tomorrow I’m going to church. I’m gonna do the work. I’m going to trust Joel to do the work.

We’re going to be okay.

So is this blog.



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Pam34

posted January 29, 2012 at 12:28 pm


you go, girl.
The first year (or two)of any marriage is hard. Insanely hard. Love is hard. Letting/understanding that OTHER people can love YOU can be beyond hard. Learning how to look at your OWN failures and foibles and inner self and be FAIR and objective about it – ceasing to see only the ‘evil/failure’ and failing to see the ‘good/successful’ in one-SELF – that is super hard. (‘how can he/she love me (awful person that I am?’ ‘if he/she know what I am really like…’)

Is that the subtext going on? Because let me assure you it is totally NORMAL. Is it nasty and difficult? Yep. Can you get over/past it? Also yes – but not instantly. And you are not alone in this, either.

By the way, people DO read this blog and DO enjoy/sympathize with these posts –
and someday the ‘spilled the coffee THREE times’ and ‘had to use daughter’s coat to clean up’ and ‘washing machine was broken’ and all that – someday it will be nothing more than a ‘remember when’ and ‘wasn’t that funny?’ and it won’t really matter anymore. The world didn’t end. Nobody died. It’s all good – or at least, passable. Some days, the best we can get is passable. And that’s okay.
(((hugs)))



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Carrisa

posted January 24, 2012 at 5:36 pm


I get really annoyed at churches that focus so much on sins and how we must always repent and ask forgiveness. I believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sins. You know what that means? He’s already paid the price for them. I do not need to focus on them. I do not need to beat myself up for them. He took all of that for me. I’m human. I make mistakes. I have good days and bad days. But at the end of the day, Jesus loves me just as much as he did at the beginning. Just as much as he did before I was even formed in the womb.

My marriage isn’t always great. We have good days and bad days. He knows how to irritate me and make me feel unloved. He also knows how to knock me off my feet with kindness. But we love each other. For better or for worse. Sometimes it just feels like more worse than better.

I’m glad you’re learning how to deal with your feelings and express them. I’m glad you have a great partner in Joel. And I’m glad you are on this journey of visiting churches. I’m not a fan of religion, but it can never hurt to see what’s out there and make an informed decision for yourself.

Unless you join one of those cults that makes you drink the bad kool aid. In that case it can hurt.

xoxo



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Ann

posted January 24, 2012 at 10:52 am


I’m not sure if you ever read So Close (http://tertia.typepad.com/), but she had a post years ago about love languages, and how she and her husband had different love languages. I can’t remember details, but one of them felt loved when given gifts and the other felt loved when given kind words. But if you don’t know that about the other person, you give them what you prefer, not what they need.

I’ve read about you and Joel as long as you’ve been writing about you and Joel, and the first thought I had in this post was “it sounds like they have different love languages.”

I’m sure you two will get to be bilingual in no time, now that the conversation is starting. :)



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Jen

posted January 24, 2012 at 8:40 am


I totally understand, and I promise if you keep working on your mental health it WILL get better. I have major anxiety and self-worth issues and a boyfriend I’ve been with for going on 6 years. He is the most amazing man I’ve ever met but it took me years to really get that he DOES love me. I mean no matter how amazing he treated me, how much he put up with, how often he told me and showed me I couldn’t understand how someone so great could possibly love ME. I was so sure he would leave. He didn’t. A patient man, some therapy and some zoloft later and I am in a much better place, both in my head and in my relationship. Good luck on your journey, Amanda!



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The Breakfast Maker

posted January 24, 2012 at 1:09 am


Amanda,
It takes guts to write like you do.
Being vulnerable & honest is your voice.
You’re the Zamboni of all Slushee Machines.
Keep writing like everyone you know is dead!!!
Breakfast Maker



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A*

posted January 23, 2012 at 10:29 pm


Amen! Relationships are hard. I have layer upon layer of anxiety that never allows me to relax. I didn’t grow up with an example of a partnership. I grew up with a Mom that hated my dad until he died (30 years *after* they divorced). We are the grand champions of being broken and not knowing how to be loved. I’m in therapy, too and I, too, hope my love and I will be ok.



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Al Doyle

posted January 23, 2012 at 4:59 pm


Welcome back. I’ve missed you.

And thank for the transparency, it’s often something not found in Sunday mornings gathering, but sorely lacking and sorely needed for the healing all of us want, need and deserve.



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AR

posted January 23, 2012 at 3:33 pm


Beautiful. Touching. Deeply satisfying. Beautiful soul, beautiful love, beautiful work.



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Jules

posted January 23, 2012 at 11:43 am


This may just be my favorite post you’ve ever written over here-my heart breaking over your honesty, wanting to bash you over the head with a stick of the obvious, and then spitting out my coffee (my keyboard thanks you) when I got to the Jesus threesome!

Welcome back-it’s been quite a year! So glad you both entered my life in 2011!



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Heidi

posted January 23, 2012 at 12:49 am


Stands on chair and cheers!!!! I am so proud of you – its fricking hard and you are both staying in and DOING it!!! And you’re being HONEST! I’m cheering for you both and rooting for you to go the distance.



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Sara

posted January 22, 2012 at 11:55 pm


I love you guys! And I love that picture! Welcome back!



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Sam

posted January 22, 2012 at 11:36 pm


For goodness’ sake, don’t waste your time on listening to Mark Driscoll’s awful ideas on marriage. I’m hoping you’ll find that church can be something in your week (or every other week) that gives you a little light, a little hope, as you grow and learn.



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Mollye

posted January 22, 2012 at 10:42 pm


But I just love you. You are so effing good, and real, and amazing. Love you.



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Paige

posted January 22, 2012 at 10:02 pm


Amanda,
Glad to hear from you over here again.
On love stories… Love isn’t built
On us being whole, or perfect, or even a pretty picture. It certainly isn’t easy. In the last few years I have been blown away by your honesty, in both blogs. I happy to see it again… Because it gives me hope for you and Joel. It indicates that what you guys have is real and you have the grit to make it work. Because that’s what love is.
Thinking of you.



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kirsten

posted January 22, 2012 at 9:36 pm


YAY!!!!!

I discovered this blog just in time for the word drought :) and I am glad you posted, and glad that you guys are committed enough to act the way that you do with each other. I’m a single mom here and I hate mushy love stories because they are not believable to me ever. The effort that you guys put into it, not only gives me hope, but makes it one of the most romantic stories I could hope to read. :)
Buck up little camper – you’re gonna be alright!



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Deena

posted January 22, 2012 at 4:13 pm


Glad to see you back! And I repeat my invite out to Forest Grove…think you’d like it here. :)



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Meg

posted January 22, 2012 at 11:57 am


Lest you think no one is reading because “no one comments, anyway,” I’ll comment that I read, and enjoy, your (albeit infrequent) posts. So, keep it up, and I’ll keep reading, and there are probably many others out there like me who enjoy what you have to say.



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