As most of you know, I've been at odds with my mom for a few months now. It's difficult, not only on me, but also my family who has to deal with the emotional roller coaster I'm on as a result of the situation. Steve has been a rock for me, listening to me when I needed to vent, supporting me and holding me when I get teary. The one thing he hasn't done is interfere.
At least he didn't try to until this week. I don't know if it's his recent HoH growth spurt making him feel more protective or he was just tired of the situation, but he had had enough. He told me that he was tired of her upsetting me and he was going to call her and tell her to leave me alone. To ensure she didn't bother me anyway, he was going to block her number on my phone.
Unfortunately I had a knee-jerk reaction to him saying that. You see prior to us getting together, I was in a relationship with a guy who was very controlling. I was only allowed to see the people who he approved of, none of which were my family or friends. Even though our house was less than five minutes from my parents, I only saw them a handful of times in the years I was with him. As a result, when I got out of that toxic relationship, I swore that no one, no matter who they were, was going to block me from seeing or talking to my family.
Thankfully, Steve caught on pretty quickly to why I reacted the way I did and he got me to talk to him. Logic set in and I realized that he wasn't trying to be a controlling jerk. He just wanted to help. So I thanked him for wanting to protect me, but told him I preferred to handle it myself. But it's nice to know he's got my back.
Then a similar situation happened in reverse. It's a long story so I won't bore you with all the details, but basically what it boils down to is that when Steve went to his dad for help in a moment of weakness, his dad took advantage of the situation and majorly screwed him over.
I was so mad I kept mis-dialing, which is probably the only reason Steve was able to snatch the phone out of my hands before I hit send. Just like I had done only a day or two before, he told me he appreciated the fact I cared enough to want to fix something I could see was upsetting him, but this was something he needed to handle himself. But he liked the fact I had his back.
These days, now that the protective instinct has kicked into overdrive, I pity the person who upsets one of us. Because when they do, they don't just have to deal with one of us, they have to deal with both of us. Because he's got my back and I've got his.
And if you're wondering, the pictures are from the movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith, one of my all time favorites. The movie actually kind of suits me and Steve. Just like them, we used to go along leading separate lives with neither one of us aware of what was truly going on with the other person. But then we rekindled our relationship and now we're united against the world.