“When The Gloves Come Off: Why Love Is Worth the Fight” – Sarah E. Westfall

We were in the middle of New York City, just blocks away from Times Square. My husband Ben and I had been trying to pick a restaurant and failing. I wanted Mexican food; he wanted ramen. Typical.

But what started off as banter soon turned to bickering. The bickering then escalated into loud talking. (I mean LOUD.) Before I knew it, there we were on the street, arguing so adamantly that people passing by openly stared.

Ben and I don’t fight often. And when we do, it’s never in public. We typically save such disagreements for when we are alone. In our home. After kids are in bed.

But there we were—making even these gritty New Yorkers squirm.

To be honest, I didn’t care. I knew I’d never see those people again, and I was done trying to bottle my angst one second longer.

Ben and I’s communication — which had been a bedrock of our 17-year relationship — had become limited to the need-to-know essentials, mostly to keep our kids afloat.

For several months, we had been living hectic lives. With four kids and new jobs and an uncharacteristically busy season of travel for Ben, we had been doing more “passing off” than actual interacting. Our communication—which had been a bedrock of our 17-year relationship—had become limited to the need-to-know essentials, mostly to keep our kids afloat.

Little did we know that we were the ones drowning.

It’s not that we didn’t love each other. It’s not that we didn’t want time together. But we had allowed the busyness of that season to interrupt our connectedness.

It’s not that we didn’t love each other. It’s not that we didn’t want time together. But we had allowed the busyness of that season to interrupt our connectedness. We kept waiting for “someday” when things would slow down. Without even noticing, we began living like silos—standing next to each other, but essentially doing our own thing.

The promise of New York City is what had been getting us through, a trip to celebrate the end of a frantic fall. While the majority of the trip was just that—riding bicycles through Central Park, eating Bleaker Street Pizza, and seeing The Lion King on Broadway—we quickly realized something was boiling beneath the surface.

And it all came spilling out right there in Midtown.

Realizing that this talk was going to take a while, we ducked into the nearest pub. The food was mediocre, and the waitress was clearly uncomfortable every time she came to the table. I’m not a pretty crier, and we were clearly having a tough conversation. The poor girl. By the end of the night, I’m pretty sure she and the bartender were taking bets on what in the world was happening with that couple in the corner. (Don’t worry—we tipped her well.)

Hand in hand, we stepped out of the pub exhausted but finally, really, truly seeing each other in a way we hadn’t for a while. The street air never seemed so light and fresh.

Ben and I stayed there for hours, agreeing not to leave until we had worked things out. Hand in hand, we stepped out of the pub exhausted but finally, really, truly seeing each other in a way we hadn’t for a while. The street air never seemed so light and fresh.

***

We laugh now at our street fight—so unbelievably uncharacteristic of us both. But what a beautiful fight it turned out to be.

We came to NYC unable to see past our own needs. In the months leading up to our trip, we talked, but didn’t connect. We traded schedules and navigated kid issues and collapsed beside each other on the couch after kids were in bed. But I can’t think of one time we truly put down the phones, turned off the TV, looked each other in the eyes, and asked, “How are you doing, really?” We expected the benefits of commitment without putting in the work to connect.

In hindsight, I think, “Well, DUH. I’ve taken all these counseling courses, I probably should have seen that coming…”  Communication is kind of basic, right? But how easy it is to forget the basics in the day-to-day chaos, in the hurts and disappointments—in those moments that we expect each other to be less human than we actually are.

Here’s the truth: A healthy, growing relationship — especially with those closest to us—demand intentional, deep, authentic connection.

Here’s the truth: A healthy, growing relationship — especially with those closest to us—demand intentional, deep, authentic connection. A relationship require space for vulnerability and authenticity and confession and acceptance, an extension of all the beautiful things God abundantly offers us.

But we can’t do it alone. Not without each other and certainly not without Him.

Because we can know all the things and be committed and tell ourselves we’d never fight in public like those people, but when we try to muscle through on our own, we’re only setting ourselves up for failure. Two flawed people don’t make a perfect partnership. Sooner or later, one or both of us are going to turn those arrows inward, shut out, and shut down.

Left to our own devices, we are not enough to sustain love that “always protects, always trusts, always perseveres.” Who can truly say that their love has never failed?

God alone.

Don’t let love become a distant memory. Don’t settle for isolation. Connectedness is worth the struggle.

We need to battle for love, and we need Him in it with us. Whether you’re married or single or engaged or divorced, whether your relationship with the people in your church is committed or complicated, whether you get along with your neighbors or haven’t peaked over the fence to say hey, don’t let love become a distant memory. Don’t settle for isolation. Connectedness is worth the struggle.

It’s going to be messy. People might stare. But loving each other well is worth the fight.

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