"A True Moroccan Stew"

Yesterday's post really shouldn't count as it was just a cut and paste job, so sorry to disappoint my loyal friends and readers but yesterday was just a plain old nightmare.

Ever have one of those fights with your hubby where it escalates to the point of no return? Someone says something nasty and terrible and then the other one responds with a mean retort--one of you locks themselves in the bathroom and is crying so hard they hyperventilate, then someone storms out of the bathroom and begins to pack their suitcase and screams-- "I HATE YOU!" Then the other one feels bad about what he (oops) they did and comes over and holds you so tight that you feel safe from anything bad in the world. All over something so stupid and minor that later on that evening you're laughing?

Well, if you're married to a stubborn Moroccan who is still coping with communication skills, then this scenario has played out at least once in your relationship-maybe even during Ramadan when its sometimes just about being hungry. Issame is not violent in any way (so no one panic or worry) unlike the Islamic male stereotype he is very respectful and tender . But Lord Almighty, is that child stubborn! And what's worse is so am I and like he said yesterday, neither one of us knows how or when to back off.

So now we're better people, and a closer couple for having gone through this and I feel comfortable sharing it here cause maybe it'll help someone else realize that growing pains still happen in a 5 year old relationship. It's also a lesson for me in knowing that I'm not Martha Stewart or Monica (from friends) and not everything is or can be perfect. I just have to accept my stubborn soccer-loving Moroccan for who he is and he respects and loves my Martha Stewart wanna-be crazy-ass.

And that's us! Like a Moroccan stew, sometimes the broth is smooth and tasty other times its lumpy and salty. Yesterday was a lump. Today's a gourmet meal. I wouldn't have it any other way.