{"id":10534,"date":"2014-10-22T01:55:14","date_gmt":"2014-10-22T09:55:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=10534"},"modified":"2014-10-22T01:55:14","modified_gmt":"2014-10-22T09:55:14","slug":"window-blinds-a-fight-to-the-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/window-blinds-a-fight-to-the-death\/","title":{"rendered":"Window Blinds: A Fight To The Death"},"content":{"rendered":"

We are moving box by box, until Monday when the moving truck comes to take the big stuff.\u00a0 The new house is nice, and a neighbor from across the street gave us a bottle of wine and some cookies to welcome us. We bought huge rattan porch chairs from a guy on Craig’s list, and sitting on the porch enjoying a gentle sea breeze is genuinely idyllic.<\/p>\n

But then there’s the window blinds.<\/p>\n

I have never had one single thought about window blinds. They played no role in my existence. But that’s over. We’ve entered into a tense conflict over what kind of blinds to get. I want real wood. He wants faux wood, I guess made of vinyl. Wood is expensive and bla bla bla. But vinyl blinds seem creepy and not homey. Why wants vinyl anything?<\/p>\n

I kept on promoting wood, and my husband kept on noting that he couldn’t tell the difference, so fake wood was fine. We got increasingly frustrated. It became one of those ‘just admit I’m right’ argument. I suggested that the one who cares most should trump the one who doesn’t fee emotional invested.<\/p>\n

I went into another room feeling angry, wronged, resentful, and wounded. Who gives a shit about fucking blinds, I thought. Why give a shit about anything.<\/p>\n

I wondered whether the fight was really about control, fear, loss, insecurity. For me, yep, all those things, plus grief, going through old schoolwork and mother’s day cards, art projects, stuffed animals, used hypodermic needles.\u00a0 I have to keep all these things in my heart while letting go of them physically. At least some of them.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, the motherfucking blinds. I wish we could just get curtains instead. And I need to buy a pink toilet to match the bathtub. I don’t care what it costs because life owes me a pink toilet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"