I didn’t expect to post the truth of my ugliness without being taken to task about it, so I can respect everyone’s stance on it. Heck, I’m not even in my corner on this one
I wrestled with it a lot, but I never reversed my initial actions, for a few reasons that stood out:
My wife ALSO deals TERRIBLY with change of any kind, unless she herself is the change agent. To illustrate: we flew across country to attend a three day blues festival with my two best friends (married couple as well). She seemed excited, until we had parked our rental car in the garage and were walking to the elevator. She had a breakdown about meeting new people and sharing the (giant) hotel suite with them. She wanted to fly home IMMEDIATELY. I tried to be calming and supportive and reassuring for a solid five minutes standing in the parking garage. She wouldn’t budge. Eventually I had to say “I am going upstairs to meet my good friends who I unequivocally KNOW you will love. Come with me, or don’t.” She did, and they are now her best friends too even 5 years later.
I got military orders across country- that’s the way of life in this profession, which she knows very well as she is military too (reserve but used to be active duty). Her first convulsion response: “You are going without me then, and I’m keeping our daughter”
Aaaaand a long several month fight about that stance until she finally came to terms with the change and now she says she’s soooo happy we came here and it’s the best thing ever.
It’s not that I force change on her constantly - I try to mitigate because I know it causes her extreme anxiety. But when it DOES happen it’s really tough to handle.
The Glowforge was originally HER idea- which like, NEVER happens. She knew I wanted a laser of my own for years, and she’d seen the amazing things I can make with them, and she saw the crowdfunding video on Facebook. She got excited, and said “we could get this one!” I wasn’t going to let an idea like that- which was HERS and thus not likely to cause her change phobia to kick in- pass. We did it.
Had it arrived on time, she would’ve still been excited, because she still was even after the first delay.
The delays killed it. She began to have buyers remorse hard-core, and her change aversion kicked in full-force.
That’s when it got tough, and I prayed it would just show up already- then everything would be fine again. But more delays. And eventually I did what I did, because like meeting my friends, I knew the thrash would pass and she would settle in to the change, and I’m the end I think she’ll be happy I went through with it.
This isn’t me trying to defend my actions- they were wrong and speak for themselves- I am merely painting the picture that set the stage for my frame of reference. I still am upset with myself for doing it how I did it, but in the moment… I just decided to stick it out and keep secretly waiting.
My UPS guy better not mess this up and deliver a smashed box (as he has done before several times). I really really really wish they would send it to me via FedEx. Batman is my FedEx driver- the joker pulling up in a semi truck with “Slaughter” spray painted on the side is my UPS man. He’s an agent of chaos.