Is your partner not “on board” with the ideas in The Crash Course? Here are the do’s and don'ts of speaking with your reluctant partner.
In early 2002, the stock market was tanking and Chris watched our savings drop along with it. Ignoring the platitudes of our financial advisor to "wait it out because the stock market always goes back up," he began an intensely focused (dare I say obsessive?) study of the economy. What he learned made him both angry and afraid. He ranted about the state of debt levels, the fragility of fiat currencies, and the inequities of the banking system – and I barely listened: “Uh huh. Really? Gosh, that’s too bad. Can you pass me a diaper, please?”
The movie “The Matrix” had just come out, providing perfect metaphors that made him sound pretty darn crazy to me: He talked about having taken the red pill, and that he didn’t want to be a battery for the machine anymore. I figured this was some kind of mid-life crisis in the works. It was an emotional squall; I just had to wait it out, and Chris would be back to his usual self in a few months. But the squall didn’t pass – instead, it picked up energy and became a real storm. The harder the storm raged, the more I shut down to what Chris was trying to tell me. He was growing increasingly distrustful of the system and fearful about the impact on his family, but I couldn’t open up and listen to what he was saying at all. No one else I knew was talking about this stuff. What was the matter with my husband?
Dealing With a Reluctant Partner
Is your partner not “on board” with the ideas in The Crash Course? Here are the do’s and don'ts of speaking with your reluctant partner.
In early 2002, the stock market was tanking and Chris watched our savings drop along with it. Ignoring the platitudes of our financial advisor to "wait it out because the stock market always goes back up," he began an intensely focused (dare I say obsessive?) study of the economy. What he learned made him both angry and afraid. He ranted about the state of debt levels, the fragility of fiat currencies, and the inequities of the banking system – and I barely listened: “Uh huh. Really? Gosh, that’s too bad. Can you pass me a diaper, please?”
The movie “The Matrix” had just come out, providing perfect metaphors that made him sound pretty darn crazy to me: He talked about having taken the red pill, and that he didn’t want to be a battery for the machine anymore. I figured this was some kind of mid-life crisis in the works. It was an emotional squall; I just had to wait it out, and Chris would be back to his usual self in a few months. But the squall didn’t pass – instead, it picked up energy and became a real storm. The harder the storm raged, the more I shut down to what Chris was trying to tell me. He was growing increasingly distrustful of the system and fearful about the impact on his family, but I couldn’t open up and listen to what he was saying at all. No one else I knew was talking about this stuff. What was the matter with my husband?
by blaggers